Hi everyone! I'm curious about everyone's story on how did they got injured. This is not intended to be a sad thread at all but maybe a thread to remember what we use to have be before we got this injury.
Feel free to tell your story, i'll tell mine.
I just turned 22, summer was getting here in spain pretty hard. I was the happiest man ever: i finally got the job of my dreams, i had/have a wonderful girlfriend, awesome friends, i was aggressively dedicated to sports, excellent health and physic condition, I had everything i wanted, literally. I wasn't missing anything, it was the time of my life. And i had worked my ass out to get all i wanted which made me even happier because of the results of my own efforts.
I also was a biker, i was happy as a kid when I used to go driving solo, on the prettiest roads here in the coast, a beatifull sight of the sea.
I kept working hard, but so hard that i though i deserved a break with my girlfriend who was also finishing exams. So hey, we don't we go to Menorca (pretty island nearby) for a few days. So I got some holidays in those dates.
It was the last day of work before going out, i just had launch and it was time to go to my job. Went down to my parking and mount on my lady the Honda CBR600. My work place is 10 minutes away in motorbike.
I was just getting there, i was 2 blocks away passing through the main center of barcelona (Las Ramblas, in case anyone knows). It was so full of people...just like everyday. You'd always drive with caution there...but it's never enough.
There was this stupid guy who though it would be a good idea texting somebody with his cellphone while crossing the street in a forbidden spot, without even looking if someone was driving there. He appeared from nowhere (he just jumped in front of my motorbike, all of a sudden) and everything went black.
I found myself sleeping/dreaming...some weird dreams about me riding..and i actually though to my self "weren't you actually driving?".
Then I woke up. I felt I was in the blackhawk down movie, like in the middle of Mogadisciu. A lot of people on me, screaming and trying to move me like crazy. Even I felt somebody pulling my backpack, I tried to stand up but oops, something's weird with my legs, can't feel them nor move them. I pushed him from the ground as hard as I could.
I felt my body broken, it hurt as hell. I had some bleeding in my mouth even though i was wearing my full helmet as usual. I had my legs on the road but my torso was resting in the sidewalk...i had the sharp concrete curb in my stomach, I felt like in two pieces. I couldn't look much because of my helmet, so i started touching my legs trying to figure out what was going on. I felt my legs, they were there, warm, they were mine but i couldn't feel them. Couldn't feel the touch of my hand...i started to worry and think to myself... damn I hope this is temporary or something. Fuck.
I started to shout at people not to move me untill some colleagues showed up and I went off again.
I had some other weird dreams...untill I woke up again in the ambulance. I had no breath, i realized i was drowning with my own vomits, which was kind of disgusting. I was completely tied and "submerged" in a protective compression air matress, my neck was fixed with a collar. The guys in the ambulance noticed too fucking late that i was drowning and started to untie the trolley to flip it but i knew it was too late. And i though to myself...come on, dead by suffocation because of my own vomits? Come on!! This can't be fucking true. Fortunatelly, they went fast enough. As soon as i could breath, i went off again.
And you all know...ICU, surgery, rehab, now... all stories are different, all are the same.
This is a picture an old lady took from his balcony, i got it a few days ago.
Feel free to tell your story, i'll tell mine.
I just turned 22, summer was getting here in spain pretty hard. I was the happiest man ever: i finally got the job of my dreams, i had/have a wonderful girlfriend, awesome friends, i was aggressively dedicated to sports, excellent health and physic condition, I had everything i wanted, literally. I wasn't missing anything, it was the time of my life. And i had worked my ass out to get all i wanted which made me even happier because of the results of my own efforts.
I also was a biker, i was happy as a kid when I used to go driving solo, on the prettiest roads here in the coast, a beatifull sight of the sea.
I kept working hard, but so hard that i though i deserved a break with my girlfriend who was also finishing exams. So hey, we don't we go to Menorca (pretty island nearby) for a few days. So I got some holidays in those dates.
It was the last day of work before going out, i just had launch and it was time to go to my job. Went down to my parking and mount on my lady the Honda CBR600. My work place is 10 minutes away in motorbike.
I was just getting there, i was 2 blocks away passing through the main center of barcelona (Las Ramblas, in case anyone knows). It was so full of people...just like everyday. You'd always drive with caution there...but it's never enough.
There was this stupid guy who though it would be a good idea texting somebody with his cellphone while crossing the street in a forbidden spot, without even looking if someone was driving there. He appeared from nowhere (he just jumped in front of my motorbike, all of a sudden) and everything went black.
I found myself sleeping/dreaming...some weird dreams about me riding..and i actually though to my self "weren't you actually driving?".
Then I woke up. I felt I was in the blackhawk down movie, like in the middle of Mogadisciu. A lot of people on me, screaming and trying to move me like crazy. Even I felt somebody pulling my backpack, I tried to stand up but oops, something's weird with my legs, can't feel them nor move them. I pushed him from the ground as hard as I could.
I felt my body broken, it hurt as hell. I had some bleeding in my mouth even though i was wearing my full helmet as usual. I had my legs on the road but my torso was resting in the sidewalk...i had the sharp concrete curb in my stomach, I felt like in two pieces. I couldn't look much because of my helmet, so i started touching my legs trying to figure out what was going on. I felt my legs, they were there, warm, they were mine but i couldn't feel them. Couldn't feel the touch of my hand...i started to worry and think to myself... damn I hope this is temporary or something. Fuck.
I started to shout at people not to move me untill some colleagues showed up and I went off again.
I had some other weird dreams...untill I woke up again in the ambulance. I had no breath, i realized i was drowning with my own vomits, which was kind of disgusting. I was completely tied and "submerged" in a protective compression air matress, my neck was fixed with a collar. The guys in the ambulance noticed too fucking late that i was drowning and started to untie the trolley to flip it but i knew it was too late. And i though to myself...come on, dead by suffocation because of my own vomits? Come on!! This can't be fucking true. Fortunatelly, they went fast enough. As soon as i could breath, i went off again.
And you all know...ICU, surgery, rehab, now... all stories are different, all are the same.
This is a picture an old lady took from his balcony, i got it a few days ago.
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