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Andy_B : Flying Lessons on a KTM!
Diary entry posted Sat 7:34am 30 June 2007

Let me start off by saying that I was a bit late in discovering this site, however, the events surrounding my injuries are pretty clear, so I will be doing a bit of a retrospective diary until I catch up with today (Post 10 weeks)
It was April 22nd 2007, a fine spring day in Southampton(UK), and I was heading out of town to visit a friend on my KTM 200EXC, not really a road bike but I was going to see a friend to do a small job on it, travelling merily at 30MPH on a dual carriageway when an OAP(I'm not really ageist)drove his Nissan across my path. Now I have been riding on the road for 25 years and have prided myself in spotting silly car drivers, have seen all the adverts about cars pulling out etc, but I never saw this one coming, apart from the last 3or4 yards. I am told I hit his nearside wing, the bike stopped but my first flying lesson ensued and then wallop I hit the ground...hard. As I gathered my senses I found myself in the fetal position on my right side, more or less winded I could not move nor had the inclination to try, I could feel some real pain in my left thigh area and there was a strong smell of petrol on me! Julian a passing motorist was immediatly at my side giving moral support and taking control of the situation, he told me that I had a bad cut on my right leg, but I could'nt feel a thing there, it turned out to be what they call a de-gloved shin. Do not look that up on Google images if you are squeamish! I knew things were quite serious as I just could not move but I was fully coherent and could wiggle both ankles and toes without pain, although another pain started to manifest itself, a severe burning sensation between my legs! With both legs pressing together and unable to move the burning feeling got progressively worse until it was overiding the pain in my thigh. Soon the Paramedics arrived and started doing their stuff and then Doctor arrived too! Yikes, they pumped me full of Morphine and got me into a splint, I never really felt high or felt a rush from the drugs but they made me comfortable, I pretty much lost all sensation of time, maybe I was out for a while but I don't remember being so, but my Wife told me it was over 2 hours between the accident and me arriving at the A&E at the hospital, which was only 10mins drive away. I get immediate treatment and I,m in and out of X-ray very quickly, the Doctor tells me I have a multiple Proximal Subtrochanteric fracture of my left Femur and they will operate that evening. OK I thought it's down to the experts now. Meanwhile though I have to be put into a different splint and the Trauma team prepare to do this, my wife is present and I politely enquire if I am still wearing my Boxer shorts, (I knew everything else was cut off at the scene). Yes came the reply, why? Well it's pretty painful down there can you all not smell the petrol I have been saying about it. They cut the Boxers off to reveal red raw you know what...! Gents I hope I have your sympathy here? The Trauma team were still not really intrested and instead gave my wife some sterile bags of water to sluice me down and put out the fires. Sorry I know this site is all about broken legs, but I have to tell the story, I can even see the funny side now that every thing is back in operation!!
Next for the new splint, this might hurt a bit they said so we will give you some Entonox(Laughing gas..Not!), have a suck on that they said, through the mouthpiece. I sucked but got nothing, oops said the nurse the bottle is empty! Another is sourced. They don't want to give me any more Morphine as I'd had a good shot at the scene of the accident, anyway plenty of breaths later and I think "this is not doing much", I was right, cos as two of the team were yanking on my leg I was screaming at the top of my voice (in a manly sort of way you understand), my wife had already left the room on the advice of the staff and she was outside in tears after listening to my Oratorio. Eventually they sercumbed and gave me more Morphine and that did the trick. Soon after I was taken to a ward prior to surgery and I went into Theatre around 9.30pm and was out at 1.30am 4 hours later. The Surgeons had worked on my de-gloved leg and had inserted a full length Titanium Gamma Nail in my left leg/hip, although I did no know the full impact of this at the time. I awoke shortly after the end of the operation and there was a nurse by my side. I could not do or say anything so went back to sleep. Good old NHS, for all the critiscism they receive I have always thought they are as good as anyone else in the world for scraping you off the road and fixing you up in no time. By the way I am 41 and did lead quite an active life!



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