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mcblink said:
Lol
It's all good chili, I am ecstatic to finally just be on the road home.

As soon as I got in my mom's car, had a mean ol craving for a cigarette.

But I'm not going to do it. Quitting for good will never be this easy again. All I have to do is resist the temptation.

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Awesome you are in a car headed home. As for smoking. Stay tough. You'll succeed. My dad quit cold turkey like you just did..... and never went back. Mom tried and couldn't. She didn't make it past 70. Dad made it into his 80s.
 
First day home (kinda)
As many of you are probably aware already, my wife and I moved into a nice 36' fifth wheel RV almost 2 years ago after having lost our rental home during the first part of the pandemic. So when I say "home", I mean that as almost as literally as possible, since I'm going to be rehabbing at "home" where I grew up, at my parent's house. I will not be able to retrieve my RV for a few weeks at a minimum, and when I do, I can no longer get in or out of it anyway, not that I can use it for much. No way is it wheelchair accessible, or anything.

I wasn't prepared for this mentally, and last night after I got into bed, something happened to my mind and I just started sobbing. I cried myself to sleep. And then getting up this morning was a similar experience, after I finally sat down on the toilet, I started to break down again.

I'm not entirely sure why yet. My leg doesn't really hurt all that badly, it's not the pain causing it.

I think I was just mentally unprepared. Nobody told me (or could have) what coming home was actually going to be like. I'm very happy to be out of the hospital though.

It may be that I am also coming down off the opiates that I've been receiving huge doses of over the past week. I'm not entirely sure what's up. Before I was just another patient in a level 1 trauma center, everyone there was either in just as bad, or worse shape than myself, or they were an employee of the place that was there to help us. Now I'm just a badly broken man in a house where I feel like I'm a burden on everyone around me.

It's possible that only just now have I started processing what has actually happened to me.

I'll be fine. This may just take some time is all.
 
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mcblink said:
First day home (kinda)
As many of you are probably aware already, my wife and I moved into a nice 36' fifth wheel RV almost 2 years ago after having lost our rental home during the first part of the pandemic. So when I say "home", I mean that as almost as literally as possible, since I'm going to be rehabbing at "home" where I grew up, at my parent's house. I will not be able to retrieve my RV for a few weeks at a minimum, and when I do, I can no longer get in or out of it anyway, not that I can use it for much. No way is it wheelchair accessible, or anything.

I wasn't prepared for this mentally, and last night after I got into bed, something happened to my mind and I just started sobbing. I cried myself to sleep. And then getting up this morning was a similar experience, after I finally sat down on the toilet, I started to break down again.

I'm not entirely sure why yet. My leg doesn't really hurt all that badly, it's not the pain causing it.

I think I was just mentally unprepared. Nobody told me what coming home was actually going to be like. I'm very happy to be out of the hospital though.

It may be that I am also coming down off the opiates that I've been receiving huge doses of over the past week. I'm not entirely sure what's up. Before I was just another patient in a level 1 trauma center, everyone there was either in just as bad, or worse shape than myself, or they were an employee of the place that was there to help us. Now I'm just a badly broken man in a house where I feel like I'm a burden on everyone around me.

It's possible that only just now have I started processing what has actually happened to me.

I'll be fine. This may just take some time is all.
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I was wondering about some of this for a while. Glad that you do have a place that is accessible for you to stay. This has been a life-altering event for you, and that is likely sinking in. I hope that your recovery continues to be as fast and successful as it seems to have been so far. I mentioned the importance of rehab at the beginning of this thread…I meant it. The better you do in the rehab regimen, the faster and better this should resolve. There are lots of things that suck about this injury, but it sounds like you should recover pretty well. Better than a spinal injury…by far…or a TBI. Be well sir!…and heal quickly.
 
Thatbastarddon said:
I was wondering about some of this for a while. Glad that you do have a place that is accessible for you to stay. This has been a life-altering event for you, and that is likely sinking in. I hope that your recovery continues to be as fast and successful as it seems to have been so far. I mentioned the importance of rehab at the beginning of this thread…I meant it. The better you do in the rehab regimen, the faster and better this should resolve. There are lots of things that suck about this injury, but it sounds like you should recover pretty well. Better than a spinal injury…by far…or a TBI. Be well sir!…and heal quickly.
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Yeah, I mean, I have been doing some of the rehabbing already a bit, most of the things are things I can do alone and I've been doing them quite a bit already, simply out of boredom lol A couple of the things do require a helper, so far my son, my dad and my mom have all been more that willing to help out with that.
And yes, I feel lucky there wasn't any spinal injury or brain injury involved either, considering that I was not even wearing a helmet, sacred riding rule #1, which should never, under any circumstances, be broken no matter what....and I broke it.
This could have turned out much worse than it did.

Here in a while I will have to unwrap my leg and clean around the incisions from the surguries and the punctures that held the pins they threaded into my bones. I expect that it should be pretty ugly. I'll try to get some pics to show off lol
 
DirtySteve said:
It sounds very much like you're having some withdrawals from the opiates. Man, that's the reason why I won't take pain meds unless I absolutely have to, coming off of them is hell on your emotions.
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Yeah, it very well could be. I don't necessarily love the pain meds, but I don't like to think about how this all would have been without them.

I was telling my dad earlier today about what it was like when I first got there and they had to set the bones and plaster it into position before they could put the pins in and keep it aligned correctly before the actual repair surgery. I mentioned how it took about 25 minutes of 4 or 5 ER docs wrestling with the knee joint, pulling on this, pushing on that, holding this there, holding that there, and how it was audibly popping and cracking and :poo:...he was writhing in his seat just listening to the story, and I remembered that I had to kinda go "somewhere else" mentally during the whole thing. The couldn't really do much about pain control at this point, I think they needed me consious...anyway, I dunno. I sorta wonder if that in itself may come back to get at me later on too...like some kind of PTSD or something.

Definitely a life altering injury.
Things are going to be a little different from here on out, but all I can do is my very best at rehabbing and moving forward, one day at a time.
 
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Yeah, it very well could be. I don't necessarily love the pain meds, but I don't like to think about how this all would have been without them.

I was telling my dad earlier today about what it was like when I first got there and they had to set the bones and plaster it into position before they could put the pins in and keep it aligned correctly before the actual repair surgery. I mentioned how it took about 25 minutes of 4 or 5 ER docs wrestling with the knee joint, pulling on this, pushing on that, holding this there, holding that there, and how it was audibly popping and cracking and :poo:...he was writhing in his seat just listening to the story, and I remembered that I had to kinda go "somewhere else" mentally during the whole thing. The couldn't really do mych about pain control at this point, I thinkthey needed me consious...anyway, I dunno. I sorta wonder if that in itself may come back to get at me later on too...like some kind of PTSD or something.

Definitely a life altering injury.
Things are going to be a little different from here on out, but all I can do is my very best at rehabbing and moving forward, one day at a time.
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Couple of things…from here on out, your knee may be sensitive to the weight you carry. It was weird for me to realize the difference a couple of pounds makes…along with the wear level of boots/shoes/sneakers…but it does.
Yeah, I have fond memories of a couple of events…they’ll be there…they’re in the past. One of my favorites was of the nurses pulling the gravel/rocks out of my flesh, and cleaning all the holes they left. They seemed more horrified than I was…They were like,”sorry” for every piece. I was like,”thank you” for every piece. There are other things, but…like I said…they’re in the past, and best left there.
 
The worst thing I ever did on a bike was with the CR500 . 1988 Trans-Cal CMC North vs. South last race at Carlsbad Ca. National Track the very one I saw Roger Decoster race on in the 1973 Mx Grand Prix international 500cc race.

Good start only to go down in the first turn , passed by the entire pack .
So I got back and rode it like I stole it, making a pass on the big downhill I got to close to the embankment and the foot peg broke my foot.

I finished in 2nd with the broken foot and 2nd overall in the series. That was the best race ever for me.
Glad they finally let you out Mc
 
ibmorjamn said:
Glad they finally let you out Mc
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Me too, thank you J! (Not sure whether you like James, Jim, or Jimmy best lol...or whatever you go by lol)
I appreciate it all the same. Glad to be home, I'm lucky to have parents as awesome as I do. For all the trials and tribulations we had during my own time growing up (most of which was me being a rotten child lol) I couldn't have hoped or dreamed to have had better parents.
 
mcblink said:
Me too, thank you J! (Not sure whether you like James, Jim, or Jimmy best lol...or whatever you go by lol)
I appreciate it all the same. Glad to be home, I'm lucky to have parents as awesome as I do. For all the trials and tribulations we had during my own time growing up (most of which was me being a rotten child lol) I couldn't have hoped or dreamed to have had better parents.
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James is good lol , you are fortunate to have them. I was a total terror as a child ! It was on when I got wheels !
 
ibmorjamn said:
James is good lol , you are fortunate to have them. I was a total terror as a child ! It was on when I got wheels !
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I am fortunate to have them. They put up with me and my garbage for way too long lol
I was a typical rebel. Devil without a cause, problem with authority type. Some of that still exists within me, but I'm way more....calm...about it, than I was in my teens and early 20s.
 
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Amp Mad Scientist said:
I was about to say...that hospital suffered from a disturbing lack of drugs and alcohol.
how gosh
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I'm pretty sure they had lots of drugs, but I know there wasn't any alcohol. At least none that they offered me lol!

I still haven't been able to shower, but I did manage to get my bandaging changed and my mom also helped me clean up my leg a bit.
 
mcblink said:
Yeah, it very well could be. I don't necessarily love the pain meds, but I don't like to think about how this all would have been without them.

I was telling my dad earlier today about what it was like when I first got there and they had to set the bones and plaster it into position before they could put the pins in and keep it aligned correctly before the actual repair surgery. I mentioned how it took about 25 minutes of 4 or 5 ER docs wrestling with the knee joint, pulling on this, pushing on that, holding this there, holding that there, and how it was audibly popping and cracking and :poo:...he was writhing in his seat just listening to the story, and I remembered that I had to kinda go "somewhere else" mentally during the whole thing. The couldn't really do much about pain control at this point, I think they needed me consious...anyway, I dunno. I sorta wonder if that in itself may come back to get at me later on too...like some kind of PTSD or something.

Definitely a life altering injury.
Things are going to be a little different from here on out, but all I can do is my very best at rehabbing and moving forward, one day at a time.
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good weed is an excellent pain killer but just a couple beers will work wonders for injured bones
one of my doctors does not approve of my self medication, but hell it hurts what did they expect me to do?
 
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