What a long, strange trip it's been. Three months ago today, in fact.First of all, way overdue, huge thanks go to Pat McGonagle with the Gilford Fire department. I know he saved my life. Everyone who read the Gilford Steamer knows he saved my life. I learned about the extent he saved my brain yesterday when my new doctors told me I should have brain damage.
They said that if the accident had happened in the halls of Mass General hospital itself I probably would have had more damage than I suffered because he was RIGHT FUCKING THERE. A crash cart with a team of specialists at MGH would have taken longer, and been less effective. I don't know what wave of the Timberman he started in, but OMFG am I glad I beat him out of the water. Now, I'm not gay, but look at this stud. http://karenbobotas.photoshelter.com/image/I0000UpLRBIS43fE (I hope that link works) You are more than welcome to draft off me any time in the future, Pat. And then, after being Superman, and passing me off to the superb talents of the rest of the Gilford Fire Department, he apparently calmly climbed back on his bike, and completed the race, at a better time than I have done it in the past. HFS, Pat, you just amazed me again.
These are assorted pictures from my stay in MGH. I was there for almost a month due to broken ribs, blood clots in my lungs, bleeding in my brain, and, of course, some minor cardiac issues. As far a month long cardiac and brain issues are concerned, I guess it was alright. 143 different needles over the course of it, and IVs constantly. It was on the FINAL day that they used painless tape to hold in the IV, as opposed to the duct tape they used until then.
Hey, there are 7 of the 15 stitches removed from my skull!
Well, at least my helmet survived. It will be enshrined.
So, apparently before the butchers at LRGH let me go to the real doctors at MGH, they decided to play with catheters. Which was so much fun that I completely blocked it from my memory. What I do remember is blood coming out from somewhere blood shouldn't. And it burned to pee as if I had just spent the night with the most respectible woman in Tennessee. Burning pee, and very disturbing discolorations. Thanks LRGH.
No photoshop here. No, that's not a metric scale.
Soooo, another benefit to hyper attentive, hyper vigilant doctors at the best hospital on earth is that I have my own personal AED/heart monitor attached 24/7. That signals every time I shiver, sneeze, or become even mildly excited. Which is interesting because of the effect to the libido on head injury victims. At least I know that works. And works. And works.
Oh! here am, going from Timberman to Mass General Hospital.
I'm pretty sure they let me fly it, and then rappell to the roof. I am a stud, just ask me.Well, at least for all the DNFs in the race, I did have the fastest time in the swim.
