This is me, at Mass General Hospital, 4 days later. I'm just gonna say OUCH.
Apparently, I crushed the swim (picture not included)
4 miles into the bike, the reports say I kinda passed out, and keeled over my handlebars.
Thanks helmet. Oh, wait, maybe not so much.
That bright spot is from my helmet abrading the back of my skull, like a cheese grater. I think next year I'm wearing Lord Vader's full face mask.
Oh yeah, the Team Angry team uniform, which was scissored off me by the first guy with a sharp pair of shears, may also have been a tactical error, as I have found 6 new abrasions
All in all, pretty successfull outing.
I was the best member of Team Angry this year, and if I could remember ANYTHING from the 38 hours following my getting my breakfast Saturday morning, I would tell you. There were monster hero EMTs, and a monster hero nursing student who were first at the scene, to whom I owe ENORMOUS thanks for saving my life, The Gilford FD EMTs for the same thing, Whoever it was the FLEW MY ALMOST LIFELESS CORPSE ON A GAT- DAMNED MED FLIGHT to Mass General (wow, you guys kick ass, I am really sorry I missed that), The Medical team at LRGH that recognized I was beyond their experience and called in the big leage. and the neighbors at 35 whatthehellever street I was on when I tried my Evel Knevil impression.
Total score so far, broken maxiofacial bones, 2 cracked ribs, sore teeth, 2 black eyes, huge scabs on the backs of both hands, and one knee. And a urinary tract catheter that I am desperately trying to forget. Especially the blood colored urine I passed into Lord Bouve's future Captain Morgan cup. (Yeah, that I CAN'T forget. Thanks Odin, you suck)
Oh yeah, incipient heart problems that is the only thing I directly inherited from my paternal grandfather. I would have preferred the fishing boat, all things considered. Fucking Canadians...
Oh, yeah, one utterly destroyed ego. BTW, MUSFM.
