Even though most of you know the story by now, I suppose it deserves a blog post...
One morning, (two weeks ago) Wes went out for a ride on his motorbike, and then a couple of hours later called me to let me know that:
"I'm okay, but I've had an accident... I'm on my way to the hospital now, I think maybe my ankle is broken."
I wanted Wes to write up the details of what happened, but he was a little too busy taking drugs and counting all the pink elephants as they danced on by.
So you're going to have to put up with me retelling the whole thing.
And I'm going to do it like so...
How to trash your bike and break your leg:
First up! You are going to have to plan a motorbike ride. With a friend, of course. Everyone knows you don't go on a massive long bike ride on your own. (Friend has his own bike, however. He doesn't ride WITH you with you) Make sure the drive will take you out into the boonies, and that you will have lots of curving sharp roads.
Next! While you are on your drive, get onto a winding road that has oncoming traffic on your right hand side, and a nice big rock wall on your left hand side. This is very important... if you don't do this, then you may not be able to trash your bike and break your leg.
Then! You are going to need to round a corner and notice that there is something in your way on the road (you may think it's a stick, but your mate thinks it's a snake). At this point you will need to recite in your mind the words of "Going on a Lion Hunt," and realise you can't go over it, can't go under it, can't go through it, gotta go AROUND it.
Now! Decide that you are going to have to go around it to the left, otherwise you will end up being smashed by oncoming traffic. This step is probably going to be appreciated the most by your wife and children. As your veer to the left however, because you are turning, you can't quite get around properly...
Final Step! Scrape up against the rock wall on your left, and make sure your foot gets wrenched backward by a rock protruding from the wall.
You have now officially broken your leg (at the base, near the ankle) in two places, and your bike has received such a pounding that (even though you think it's okay at the time) the insurance people will let you now that your bike is now a write off.
After you are done with trashing the bike and breaking your leg, you are going to have to go to the hospital. A hospital, of course, out in the middle of nowhere, because you took your bike ride out in the middle of nowhere. At this hospital they will take some x-rays and tell you that you need to have surgery because the break requires pins and a plate to heal. They will lead you into a false sense of security and tell you that the surgery will happen that day and that you'll be on your way home the next morning.
You go right ahead and believe it, but GUESS WHAT? They are lying. (Gasp!)
You'll figure it out several painful days later when the surgery actually happens.
I could go into all the details about why you have to wait so long, or I could just as easily explain it in one grand old word:
MONEY.
The end.
Now for pictures!!!
He doesn't look too miserable YET. When this picture was taken he was still believing that
he'd be having surgery right away and going home in the morning. He was not looking so
happy several days later believe me!
(For the first time in our married life he was kind of a little grumpy)
Right after an accident, there is a lot of calling around and texting to do.
My kids were so bored, they were reduced to playing I spy. Lena finally guessed it, can you tell???
After spending a week in the hospital, we can tell you with 100% certainty what the most absolute
FAVOURITE thing is that the staff like to ask their patients. And it is:
"Do you have any allergies?"
Times that by ten million and you will have spent one hour at a hospital.
I get it. It's important! But you start to wonder after awhile...
why doesn't someone just write it down and just share it with everyone???
Wes was going through withdrawal once he got home.
He just had to tell someone, whether or not they asked.
He keeps that monster of a cast for another week, and then they will replace it with something
a little less GINORMOUS.
Awww... he's just a sweet little angel when he's asleep.
(Okay, okay... and when he's awake too...)