This summer’s gonna hurt like a…

…well I am back…I have been at the hospital almost every single day since my crash…

It turned out that my operation (drain insertion) got infected with staphylococcus and I need a double dose of penicillin that completely crashed my stomach.

Well that’s a small problem compared to the overall issue at hand.

The pain in my upper right chest is extremely painful and all the morphine and painkillers I consume did not take THAT specific pain at all.

Well my ribs cage is soar and I know that feeling but this new stuff where I can’t move my right arm without a “time stand still” pain was new.

The hospital could not immediately diagnose it and gave my an x-ray for the 6th time…and a circular shadow was appearing in my lower lung area.

Suddenly, the seriousness of the doctors around were increasing and they started talking to me about cancel development and they called in more experts to assess the x-ray.

I said constantly that I am good share, I don’t have other symptoms etc. and this must be something originating from the incident….but on the other hand they also have to be alert to cancel risks etc.

Another day went by and the hospital called me up and explained that more doctors (more experienced I guess) have looked at the x-ray and ruled out cancel and was more leaning towards infection or something…and they ordered a CT scan that I am still waiting for….

Not so great…mountain biking (long story)

Been a while since I’ve update here, but I’ve been suffering a major incident and have been semi unavailable…

On Wednesday Sep 9 is trained for a mountain bike race in the upcoming weekend.

I biked my normal trail which I probably have done 100 times before. The fitness was good, speed high and everything looking quite good until I did a downhill drop that I only do on my 29″ (this day I was biking a 26″) but it all felt good and I thought things were under control and manageable.

Well – not…I can’t remember all the details – but I guess I landed with too much weight on my front wheel and somehow flew over and my handle bar hit my right hand chest just under the arm pit….

Next thing I remember was sliding down hill and trying to catch my breath as I was complete empty on air in my lungs. I stayed on the ground for a while to regain a “normal” state…I got up – looked at the bike (that’s the first thing you make sure has not broken, right 🙂 …I slowly crawled on my bike (as a mountain biker you are used to bruises so we alway just carry on) and continued down hill while I tried to decide on finishing my training pass (on 6 km left but quite hilly) or go home….tough decision (you don’t want to be a wimp)

I decided to head home since my right side felt wrong (something was moving inside and I hurt like crazy when I hit a bump in the trail)
…so back home and after a quick shower to fell the pain I decided to drive to the emergency room in the local hospital.

I did not have may bruises (really on my knee caps and hip) but worse was my right chest. The emergency room doctor ordered an x-ray scan to determine the inner injuries and it showed 4 broken ribs and a collapse lung….bummer….off to surgery to insert a drain to relieve the “false” air from outside the lung…

DAMN that hurt – getting that drain inserted with basically no anesthesia a it cannot get the deep into you body – was what the claimed in the operation room. When you are a cyclist and is in pretty good shape your lungs are trained to be excerised and expanded quiet often which also proved to be right as the first (younger) surgeon could not apply enough pressure to penetrate the membrane….fucking hell it hurt…two nurses were fixating both my arms during the process and if not I would probably have hit someone….the other (senior) surgeon in the room took over and applied all his weight on my body to insert the drain and suddenly it was through…but at one point my vision complete blackened…fuck that was a painful procedure…never tried anything even close to that.

I got hospitalized for 4 days when the drain and a box (to carry with me a all times….) to get blood and air of my tissue. After a couple of days the drain stopped producing “output” and the day after they removed the damn thing and I could go home…still in pain and difficult to move around…but back home it went.

…to be continued…