Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Cycle trauma
The other day at the appointment with Dr. Rodriguez (who is a physical rehabilitation specialist), it was determined that I am well enough now to not require further visits with her, and that should I desire physical therapy in the future or if anything comes up, I could see her "as needed," but for now I should consider myself as being graduated from physical therapy.
I asked about the CT scans she had ordered of my upper spine, since I had complained of some neck issues which seem to be causing numbness in my thumb when I turn my head to the left. It turns out there are metastatic lesions on that part of my spine as well, which isn't something she can really address.
Brian brought up the subject of whether or not it would be safe to ride a motorcycle, which she denied vehemently. I believe he was asking if RIDING could cause any problems, but she focused on what happens when you fall off or get hit by a car.
Of course nobody thinks that will happen.
Yesterday on the way home from the infusion, Brian asked what I thought about what she had said. There was a yellow bike ahead of us. I said I think that riding itself won't necessarily shake me to pieces and that the doctor is correct in that the consequences of actually having an accident are likely to be worse for me than for other people, but that it might be possible to ride safely. Brian also said he agreed completely with the doctor, that riding a bike isn't as safe as being in a car. It's true; you're totally exposed. But it might be possible to find a relatively safe place to go to ride where bikers are expected and common. We agreed Hines Park would be a good place to ride. At that moment the traffic got a little wonky. Things slowed down and we shifted lanes a little bit only to see that the yellow bike we had seen lay smashed in the middle of an intersection. The rider was lying face down on the pavement.
"Oh my God."
"Holy shit."
Brian pulled to the right and hopped out of the car to see if the rider was ok. I called 9-1-1, only to regret I didn't know exactly what part of 153 we were on. The operator told me they were getting other calls, so I thanked her and hung up. The rider appeared to be breathing, and I think had been advised to lay still in case of a neck or back injury. There wasn't much else we could do. When a police car pulled up to take control of the intersection, Brian got back in the car and we continued down the road. Brian said that the rider's face was smashed up from not wearing a more protective helmet.
Brian went out riding after we got home. I told him to be careful and was relieved when he got home in one piece. He later told me that the smashed yellow bike was still in the intersection but that the car and the rider were gone.
He was still thinking about the accident this morning.
I asked about the CT scans she had ordered of my upper spine, since I had complained of some neck issues which seem to be causing numbness in my thumb when I turn my head to the left. It turns out there are metastatic lesions on that part of my spine as well, which isn't something she can really address.
Brian brought up the subject of whether or not it would be safe to ride a motorcycle, which she denied vehemently. I believe he was asking if RIDING could cause any problems, but she focused on what happens when you fall off or get hit by a car.
Of course nobody thinks that will happen.
Yesterday on the way home from the infusion, Brian asked what I thought about what she had said. There was a yellow bike ahead of us. I said I think that riding itself won't necessarily shake me to pieces and that the doctor is correct in that the consequences of actually having an accident are likely to be worse for me than for other people, but that it might be possible to ride safely. Brian also said he agreed completely with the doctor, that riding a bike isn't as safe as being in a car. It's true; you're totally exposed. But it might be possible to find a relatively safe place to go to ride where bikers are expected and common. We agreed Hines Park would be a good place to ride. At that moment the traffic got a little wonky. Things slowed down and we shifted lanes a little bit only to see that the yellow bike we had seen lay smashed in the middle of an intersection. The rider was lying face down on the pavement.
"Oh my God."
"Holy shit."
Brian pulled to the right and hopped out of the car to see if the rider was ok. I called 9-1-1, only to regret I didn't know exactly what part of 153 we were on. The operator told me they were getting other calls, so I thanked her and hung up. The rider appeared to be breathing, and I think had been advised to lay still in case of a neck or back injury. There wasn't much else we could do. When a police car pulled up to take control of the intersection, Brian got back in the car and we continued down the road. Brian said that the rider's face was smashed up from not wearing a more protective helmet.
Brian went out riding after we got home. I told him to be careful and was relieved when he got home in one piece. He later told me that the smashed yellow bike was still in the intersection but that the car and the rider were gone.
He was still thinking about the accident this morning.
Labels: accident, CT scan, Dr. Rodriguez, infusion, motorcycle, physical therapy
