Oh bollocks . . . .

Wicked Uncle Nigel wrote

Fucking right on.

Having been brought back to a life full of the prospect of creeping
dementia, turn me off when the major bits break please. Pretty please.

 

The fire/medics cut my gear off while I was still laying in the middle
of the road with a crowd of people looking on.

What's with the finger up the arse bit. He must of fancied you, eh?

Fucking doctors.

My accident was in December 2002. I had a CAT scan done to check for
internal injuries as I had much abdominal pain. That turned out to be
nothing but as I was getting ready to be discharged the ER doctor said
they saw something on the films. Bammy (wife/nurse) showed up and began
questioning the doctor. He says 'lymphoma', Bammy almost faints and I'm
thinking 'there's me fucked'. I spent the next week doing further
testing. My doctor (different hospital) finally had a look at the films
taken at the ER and didn't see anything 'wrong'. Roll on to 2 months ago
when I had a physical to follow up on a chest pain incident. I had
another CAT scan done and now my doctor tells me they see 'something' on
the new films. I ran down the old films and arranged them to be sent
over but they've been lost in transit. Now I'm waiting till mid June so
they can rerun the tests to see if whatever it is has progressed or no.
--
Mike

SV650
UKRMMA#22
Skype: muddycat

 

It could be you in that accident though - if you're still concious, it helps
to be able to tell panicked onlookers what to do to you. I've done this
before, although only for medium-scale beeding (nearly cut my thumb off with
a penknife), and my instructions were 'get me to fucking casualty'.

 

I cracked my lower fairing by ramming the crash mushroom into it with my
shin, then removed the opposite mirror with my forearm, before cracking the
upper fairing with my toe and my helmet with the ground, all in one swift
and decisive movement. Took me a fucking long time of matching bruises with
bike damage, that did.

 

Oh I'd better buy one of those.

 

Looking back, it was rather bizarre lying in the road, dialling 999 on
my own mobile, then realising I couldn't talk to the operator with my
helmet on so I handed the phone to the bloke who caused the accident
in the first place (although I didn't realise it at the time), saying
"please tell them I need an ambulance, some twat just tried to kill me
- don't try to take my helmet off"...

 

I have this picture of some fat git, feeling a flutter in his chest,
reaching out for the defib unit parked on the table next to the FatBoy
Recliner and giving himself a jolt - every five minutes.

 

Paul Corfield says...

A diet is cheaper

 

This indeed true.

And not very comforting, as the father of a 17 year old with a new driving
licence.

I am actually less worried about him being out on the bike than I am about
him driving the car, mainly for the reason you pointed out.

--
Dan L (Oldbloke)
My bike 1996 Kawasaki ZR1100 Zephyr
M'boy's bike 2003 Honda NSR125R (Going)
Spare Bike 1990 Suzuki TS50X (Patio Ornament)
BOTAFOT #140 (KotL 2005), X-FOT#000, DIAABTCOD #26, BOMB#18 (slow)

 

Won't do any good. they'll have them anyway.

 

The thing here is, your helmet is covered by insurance because it is
mandatory one be worn. Leathers OTOH are out of your pocket.

 

If it's WC with the envelope, plastic bag and sellotape, I think I would
too.

 

Sorry to hear all that mate. It gives you a kick to get some fa training
when something like this happens. I got my first aid quals many years ago
with St Johns Ambulance and have kept it up to date with a full 4 day course
again rather than the refresher, last year. Well worth it and as it was
just the First Aid at Work course I think it was around £148. It helped
last week when I was first on the scene of an rta outside the shop.

 

Buzby did scribe:

I came to this a bit late, and most pertinent responses have been made
already. Besides considering training, I hope you're remembering to
look after yourself too. Sounds all a bit traumatic to me.

--
John (jsp)

SV 650
Black it is
And Naked

 

tallbloke
() says...

"Dedication- that's what you need".

--
<8P Wizard
Suzuki GS550 "I like that. Nicely shite" - TOG
BMW 520i (to make Oldbloke jealous)
ANORAK#17b BOMB#19 BOTAFOT#138 BREast#5 COFF#24
COSOC#8 DFV#11 STG#1
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Wizard wrote:

*waves* Hi Jeremy, hows tricks?

--
Lesley
CBR600FW
SBS#11 (with oak-leaf cluster)
BOTAFOT#101A UKRMHRC#12
BONY#54P BOB#18
Real burds don't take hormones, they rage naturally

 

A bucket load


For about 1/2mm per day of new bone.

 

Even if it's those really hideous ones?

 

Not bad, thanks. I've been out of UKRM for a while having what I
belive is known as a 'life'.

Major events this year:
- My scumbag employer forced me to go and work in Cardiff for a
month.
- My flat is now about half-way through being redecorated.
Bathroom and hall are done, the plan is to finish bedroom this
weekend then do living room in the autumn.
- My car, approaching MoT, proved uneconomic to repair, so I've
bought Geoff's old BMW 520. My main challenge now is learning to
reverse it- it's weird after a Golf, because I can only see as
far as the rear window, and there's >18 inches of boot invisibly
sticking out behind me.
- My grandmother got ill, so I went to Guernsey to see her, then
a fortnight later she died, so off to Guernsey again for funeral
and cremation. That was tough for a while, but one learns to
handle it. She was 93, so it was inevitable that the time would
come. I'm glad I was able to make her happy by seeing her before
she died, and introducing Angie to her.
- I started jobhunting while in Cardiff, and it's now paid off.
I have a contract with Customs & Excise in Southend, beginning
6th June, so I'm just working out my notice now.
With all that going on, I just didn't have much time for posting
in UKRM.

How are you?

--
<8P Wizard
Suzuki GS550 "I like that. Nicely shite" - TOG
BMW 520i (to make Oldbloke jealous)
ANORAK#17b BOMB#19 BOTAFOT#138 BREast#5 COFF#24
COSOC#8 DFV#11 STG#1
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my sister works there. i'll get her to say hello.