I got cheap and decided to take the bike from the bar a couple of weeks ago instead of wasting money on getting a cab.
The way home is a bit blurry. I got about 4.5 km (2.8 miles) from the closest pub (all of them) but I'm not sure how far I made it until I crashed my bike the first time. I'm not sure which crash came first and if there were more than three but I only recall three.
In random order as I can't recall where I fell so the order is arbitrary.
#1 I remember I went off the road and into a muddy place, a ditch perhaps, I don't recall, I just recall falling into wet mud and an found that my shoes, pants, jacket and bike was covered with mud the next day.
#2 Tarmac, I hit my head. Not too bad, I was a bit bruised about an inch above my left temple. I recall hitting my head and thinking shit, this can end really bad.
#3 Tarmac again, I'm pretty sure that swayed of the side walk and fell out on the street landing on my shoulder with full force. I just lay there on the road for a while because of the pain and established that this was definitely not a good.
I remember leading my bike for some time and also trying to just sit on the bicycle seat and use my feet to move forward.
Don't remember getting home or how I got my clothes off and into bed. My wife didn't hear me when I got home to I was in stealth mode no doubt.
I slept well that night.
Woke up in the early AM, not at all hung over and not feeling very drunk. The only thing I felt was pain. No, PAIN. I tried getting out of bed and recalled falling on my shoulder and clearly there was something wrong. The arm wasn't quite here it was supposed to be. I went to the bathroom and sat down for a piss and I couldn't almost get back up as it hurt my arm moving the smallest muscle. T'was early so I went back to bed and tried to sleep until morning. Around 6 I went for another piss and this time my wife woke up and clearly noticed that something was wrong. Just said, "think I need the emergency room" but I wasn't dying so I waited for a few hours until after breakfast before she gave me a ride to the ER.
Shoulder was laterally displaced and my collar bone had detached at the shoulder. They pumped me full of morphine and put the shoulder back where it was supposed to be. Didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, seems it's mainly when your own muscles that makes the movement it hurts like hell. Of course, there was the morphine and whatever else shit they were pumping me full of. Made me puke.
2 1/2 week later I'm still in pain, probably will be for a long while. Got my first physiotherapist appointment tomorrow.
- Drink more so that there is no way at all to get onto of a bike.
- Take cab instead of bike, the medical bills outdoes the cab fee by far.
Still, it was totally worth it. The funny thing with all this is that I don't regret it as I've been somewhat depressed the past few months. Not sure why. Not feeling up or down, just nothing, limbo, meaningless. Feeling nothing for no reason. Pain makes you feel alive. Also reminds you that feeling nothing isn't half that bad.