BigEvilDoer
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Nothing yet. Waiting on Sunnybrook (where his reconstructive specialist is) at the moment. Guess they've had a whack of traumas come in and there aren't any available beds.
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Oomis - One of Our Own.
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Nothing yet. Waiting on Sunnybrook (where his reconstructive specialist is) at the moment. Guess they've had a whack of traumas come in and there aren't any available beds.
BigEvilDoer
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Here's Omar's latest update....
I got into the OR last night, after having been on a wait list for about 48 hours. Being on the wait list means that you have to be fasting because no food or drink in your system when the OR is ready for you. The pain medication actually does a pretty good job of suppressing my appetite and the constant IV drip keeps me alive, but it was a pretty harsh existence.
However I got in, and they put me out under general. During that time they removed the dressing & cast on my left leg, which right now is the major area of concern. They wanted to make sure everything looked good, and there was no infection before clearing me for a flight to Toronto.
There was no infection, so they opened me back up, cleaned up the wound, and put me back together. While there is a nail holding my femur together, and about 4 inches of bone cement holding my tibia/fib, my left ankle is still totally and completely waving in the wind. There still exists the possibility that I will have to have a skin/bone/muscle graft from some other part of my body to my leg because the skin on the leg right now, might not live. I am going to be trusting the medical team to figure out a way to grow back that 4 inch piece of missing bone.
All that to say; no beds yet. The hospitals are in constant communication and as soon as one show up I can be on a flight. A post will go up, to let everyone know as soon as I have more information.
Next: “The Chair v3”
They found another iteration of the chair today, which is better suited for my longer legs (well they are longer right now). I did very well in the chair today, I’m told my number today was about an hour. The occupational therapist did a very good job of not answering my questions about how long it had been and being evasive about any quantitative question I asked at all. This sort of mind-****ery is part of her job, and she appears to be very good at it.
Lastly, I got a surprise visit from a man I never met. His name is Dave and he’s a motorcycle rider who lives close to Cape Spear, which is not so far away. He had heard of my situation (because I am a having updates cross-posted to some motorcycle forums I am part of), and simply offered to come over, say hello, and offer to help out however he could.
Again; I have never met this man, he has never met me. The only thing that we have in common is motorcycles. He just came over to help, and sincerely offer help, whatever I needed, except hookers and blow. He stayed for about a half hour, we had an amazing conversation about life, the universe and everything and he served up a concise reminder of one of the things, I have come to truly come to love about motorcycles, which is the Community. People who look out for each other, who care for each other, and are there for each other because they understand that riding a motorcycle (for some of us) is a passion that unites us and is not just a hobby or pastime.
Dave and I will met again. I’m certain that he and I will be life long friends. A small shining light in all of this confusion.
I’m starting to be able to think about Linda, when I look at my phone on my home screen is my music screen, is my music app This shows what would have been the last song playing before what happened happened. It’s a singer we both love named Frank Turner, called Four Simple Words
I realized today that I haven’t listened to any music since the crash I can’t; it’s too hard. I have never before in my life gone so long without music.
Music was one of those things that we shared really really hard. This doesn’t mean that our musical tastes aligned, but when we did share we shared hard. Frank Turner was one of those artists for us, A surprise when we went to see July Talk play early in their career. JT were the openers and we decided to stick around and were we ever glad that we did. I don’t know how it will take before I will be ready to hit play, but if you are ready to, play that song. And if you are lucky enough to have ever seen her dance in the kitchen take the opportunity to remember her hard.
I got into the OR last night, after having been on a wait list for about 48 hours. Being on the wait list means that you have to be fasting because no food or drink in your system when the OR is ready for you. The pain medication actually does a pretty good job of suppressing my appetite and the constant IV drip keeps me alive, but it was a pretty harsh existence.
However I got in, and they put me out under general. During that time they removed the dressing & cast on my left leg, which right now is the major area of concern. They wanted to make sure everything looked good, and there was no infection before clearing me for a flight to Toronto.
There was no infection, so they opened me back up, cleaned up the wound, and put me back together. While there is a nail holding my femur together, and about 4 inches of bone cement holding my tibia/fib, my left ankle is still totally and completely waving in the wind. There still exists the possibility that I will have to have a skin/bone/muscle graft from some other part of my body to my leg because the skin on the leg right now, might not live. I am going to be trusting the medical team to figure out a way to grow back that 4 inch piece of missing bone.
All that to say; no beds yet. The hospitals are in constant communication and as soon as one show up I can be on a flight. A post will go up, to let everyone know as soon as I have more information.
Next: “The Chair v3”
They found another iteration of the chair today, which is better suited for my longer legs (well they are longer right now). I did very well in the chair today, I’m told my number today was about an hour. The occupational therapist did a very good job of not answering my questions about how long it had been and being evasive about any quantitative question I asked at all. This sort of mind-****ery is part of her job, and she appears to be very good at it.
Lastly, I got a surprise visit from a man I never met. His name is Dave and he’s a motorcycle rider who lives close to Cape Spear, which is not so far away. He had heard of my situation (because I am a having updates cross-posted to some motorcycle forums I am part of), and simply offered to come over, say hello, and offer to help out however he could.
Again; I have never met this man, he has never met me. The only thing that we have in common is motorcycles. He just came over to help, and sincerely offer help, whatever I needed, except hookers and blow. He stayed for about a half hour, we had an amazing conversation about life, the universe and everything and he served up a concise reminder of one of the things, I have come to truly come to love about motorcycles, which is the Community. People who look out for each other, who care for each other, and are there for each other because they understand that riding a motorcycle (for some of us) is a passion that unites us and is not just a hobby or pastime.
Dave and I will met again. I’m certain that he and I will be life long friends. A small shining light in all of this confusion.
I’m starting to be able to think about Linda, when I look at my phone on my home screen is my music screen, is my music app This shows what would have been the last song playing before what happened happened. It’s a singer we both love named Frank Turner, called Four Simple Words
I realized today that I haven’t listened to any music since the crash I can’t; it’s too hard. I have never before in my life gone so long without music.
Music was one of those things that we shared really really hard. This doesn’t mean that our musical tastes aligned, but when we did share we shared hard. Frank Turner was one of those artists for us, A surprise when we went to see July Talk play early in their career. JT were the openers and we decided to stick around and were we ever glad that we did. I don’t know how it will take before I will be ready to hit play, but if you are ready to, play that song. And if you are lucky enough to have ever seen her dance in the kitchen take the opportunity to remember her hard.
I find it hard just reading what you are going through.
I'm so glad that Dave was able to visit and spend some time with you.
I hope you continue to mend and rejoin your family soon.
I'm so glad that Dave was able to visit and spend some time with you.
I hope you continue to mend and rejoin your family soon.
well said.
So sorry to hear about this - my thoughts are with you.
I just got back from a very long ride myself and I must admit my mind did wander to the dangerous aspects of our 2 wheeled choices.
I just got back from a very long ride myself and I must admit my mind did wander to the dangerous aspects of our 2 wheeled choices.
BigEvilDoer
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So another update from Omar...
He's still in St. John's, no idea when he's going to get home as of yet. Still hoping very soon.
The care he has been receiving has been good, the hospital breakfasts, not so much (he references a "white glop" that seemingly gets offered every day).
Still has family out visiting. Linda's ashes are being brought home by her best friend this weekend.
He says he's incredibly touched by all the positive comments and well wishing here on GTAM...
I will post more as I get it.
He's still in St. John's, no idea when he's going to get home as of yet. Still hoping very soon.
The care he has been receiving has been good, the hospital breakfasts, not so much (he references a "white glop" that seemingly gets offered every day).
Still has family out visiting. Linda's ashes are being brought home by her best friend this weekend.
He says he's incredibly touched by all the positive comments and well wishing here on GTAM...
I will post more as I get it.
Roadghost
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I have been watching this thread. It is very hard to read. I lost my wife at a young age. One of the guys at work did too, racing motorcycles. I know the dark hole it puts you into, but believe me there are better days ahead and you will forever be grateful for those few years you had with such a fabulous girl. You will recover both physically and mentally because you have to. It sounds like you're getting great medical care there in St. John's. I wish you well for a strong recovery.
Rice pudding that is neither rice nor pudding...
Sorry for your loss and I wish you a strong recovery.
Yes please do let us know if there is anything we can do.
Heal up and look forward to hearing more from you.
Welcome back oomis. There are a lot of people here that are more then willing to help. Don't be afraid to ask. Good to have you with us.
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