7 posts tagged “mike”

Yeah, yeah, I'm biased, but just LOOK:

Baby gots a new hoodie

Mike in Hospital

I'm finally catching up on my photos. Mike is doing well, though still sore. Here he is in his hosptial bed, looking a helluva lot better than when he first arrived. Which, I guess, is how everyone would prefer to leave.

Also, I have just learned that you can drag photos when composing in Vox! :D

Show us the person who knows you best.

Must be love...

Tanya at Manchester Lane

Mike reminded me to update this blog so that the people that actually read it can know that he's out of the hospital and in one piece. Which he is. That's not to say that he's like new, but he will be and I'm thanking any and every diety that may exist and had a hand in his good fortune.

Now it's recovery time. I think this is the hardest part. You know you're going to be fine, but your body is saying, "Not yet! Please wait a little longer before you go on that triathlon, ffs!" And if you don't listen, boy does it know how to get revenge! Ouch! When I injured my shoulder a few months back, I fucking hated the constant pain and the time it took to finally stop hurting. It wasn't that it was extremely painful, it was just never-ending. For two months.

It's been about 4 days so far for Mike. Hmmm....

At least then I can wake up and my baby will be beside me to hug me and tell me everything is fine. Except it's not a nightmare that I can wake up from.

Mike went out for a ride with a mate and we had plans to go to a friend's for a little get-together later that evening. The hours ticked by, but no sign of my baby. I sent text messages, hoping that the reason he wasn't responding was because he was on his way back to me. No response. I started to worry a lot more. I think I left a voice message, but I don't remember if I did. And then I got a call on my mobile from Mike. Relieved, I answered, but it wasn't Mike. It was some guy, I don't remember his name, I just heard "paramedic" and my heart stopped. It didn't skip a beat, or beat harder, it just went quiet. The paramedic was telling me that he's okay, but that he's had an accident on his motorcycle, gone off it and then was his by another motorcycle from the other direction...? All I could think was, "what the fuck? How can he be okay after that?" He went on to say that he was okay and that he's been chatting away. I could hear his voice in the background. Fuck. I was relieved and more scared at the same time.

I mean, paramedics see a lot of shit every day. What's his idea of okay?

So I went to the hospital. After I had a good cry. Relief? Fear? Both, I guess. He was alive, not dead. But in what condition? I cursed myself for not asking the paramedic more questions. Idiot.

I'm so tired. So much waiting at a hospital. I was stuck in the "relatives" room with a bunch of other people waiting. Their inane chatter may have been a relief for them, but I wanted to be far, far away from it. When I was finally shown to where he was in emergency, my heart crashed to the floor. He was prone on the stretcher, blanket covering him, neck in a brace, wires and tubes everywhere. The nurse was insanely cheerful. That was weird. But Mike! It should be harder to get there or more obvious that a day is going to turn to shit like that.

But he's alive and whole. He's going to be sore as fuck for a long while. The doctors suspect broken ribs even though they don't show up as fractured on the x-ray. His knees are scabbed and raw, but it looks like they are intact. His spine has been checked and appears to be without major trauma. A bruised right kidney, sore right shoulder, torn left knee, some sore, maybe broken, ribs... pretty light considering the possibilities. Considering that death is one of those possibilities. Fuck.

I find that I notice weird things in times like these, especially when I'm waiting. Like the stupid cover-up talk that people have to do to pretend that everything is normal about sitting in a hospital waiting room. That they're not waiting for a doctor to come and tell them that their mother/wife/daughter has had a stroke, that she is unlikely to live much longer. I think they actually got relatively good news, but they still put on their "brave faces." Then there was the dress code in this hospital. I'd say that, barring the nurses and admin staff, there is no dress code. Mike's ER doc was in jeans and a t-shirt. Except for the tag on a lanyard around his neck proclaiming his status as a fully qualified doctor, he could have been any visitor to the place. Shit, if I had one of those lanyards, *I* could have looked like a doctor.

I'm looking forward to being hugged by Mike soon. Please, let it be very soon. Please.

EDIT: It could've been a heckuva lot worse. On the netrider forum, there's a post about a girl came off her bike at the Black Spur, a popular spot for motorcyclists (it's got lots of curves), on Saturday:

As some of you already know Lenna (Grrrl) has had an off on the spur on saturday morning.

The details of the crash remain unknown, as she can't remember what happened and there were no witnesses (Please if you have an opinion on this keep it to yourself. As there are more serious issues, Lenna and her family are having to deal with.)

Damage from the accident as it stands atm, is that she has broken her back in 2 places and severely damaged the spinal cord. The full effect of this damage is not yet fully known. Lenna also has a broken left arm.

A broken back! Twice! :(