Thursday, June 7, 2012
As some of you may have seen on Twitter the other night, Jonathan was in a bike accident on Tuesday, his 30th birthday. He had just picked up a gallon of milk from Freddie's after work and was heading down the steep hill back to our house. I guess bystanders say he had to hit his front brake because a car did something crazy and he flipped over the front of his bike on the hill and whacked his head. The ambulance wasn't going to take his bike and so a good Samaritan held onto it for safekeeping, giving the EMTs his info so Jonathan or someone could pick the bike up later. (Jonathan's bike is his BABY. I can't believe the EMTs were just going to leave it.)
I got a call from an EMT telling me Jonathan was in a bike accident and that he was okay and to meet them at the ER. I got there and they'd shown up not long beforehand. J was still in a C-collar and still very much in shock, completely shaking and crying a little bit and totally freaked out. When the nurse took him to get a CAT scan and x-rays I went to pick up Jonathan's bike. The guy was SO nice and helped take off the front wheel and load it into the car. I am so thankful there are honest people like him out there.
I got back and Jonathan had just been wheeled back into the room. He had some really bad road rash on his left shoulder and a little bit on his face and a pretty good bruise going. He had a concussion from hitting his head so hard and blacking out. He has the bruise shape of his helmet across his forehead. He was still very contussed, and kept asking the same questions over and over. We finally got to leave ER around 9pm, three hours later, went to get pizza and milk (wouldn't that be evil if I didn't even get milk?!) from Freddie's, Percocet from Walgreen's and headed home. He rested on the couch while I cleaned up the milk mess inside his bag. He had no short term memory. He would ask what happened to him, so then I'd answer him. He'd ask that he probably needed a new helmet? Then immediately ask again what happened to him. He was concerned about the same things, so when I had to leave him to clean up his bag I wrote down the answers to all of his questions, which seemed to keep him calm when I wasn't there.
I had to clean off his face and change all the bandages on him, which took quite awhile. He was a mess! They hadn't cleaned off his face at all, so he had a bunch of dried blood in his beard that was a pain to get out.
Thankfully, yesterday morning I got up because I heard him up and around and he was back to his normal self, albeit one with a bad headache and very woozy. Scary thing! I'm so glad he's okay. He probably would have been seriously injured or killed if he hadn't been wearing his helmet. I can't believe this all happened on his birthday, too. We are both thankful that we haven't had a chance to celebrate his birthday, because he wouldn't remember it! So we will celebrate tonight or tomorrow when he can really enjoy it. Some of his birthday presents were alcohol, which he can't enjoy until tomorrow, due to the concussion.
Some photos taken on Tuesday night:
Moral of the story is: WEAR YOUR HELMET! Jonathan is one of the safest cyclists I know and this still happened to him. Sometimes there's nothing you can do in a situation, which is why pre-planning (wearing the helmet) is important. We'll be going to get him a new helmet in a few days, when he feels up to leaving the house again. I'm completely thankful that he's going to be okay and that his bike is okay!
P.S. Something funny that he kept asking (that we are laughing about now) is that he'd go, "What day is it?" and I'd say, "It's your birthday," and he'd go, "It's my fucking birthday?!" A minute or two later... "What day is it?" "It's your birthday." "It's my fucking birthday?!"
In the beginning when he was really stressed still he was really upset that it was his birthday, so I started telling him it was Tuesday. Then he started saying, "Tuesday. But what is the date?" "It's the Fifth." "It's my fucking birthday?!" As he started moving through the levels of the concussion we'd go through the routine and he finally started laughing and said, "Oh, man, it's my fucking birthday?!"
After answering the same questions no less than fifty times it became awesome and funny when his brain did something different. I was in another room and heard him laughing. When I came out he said, "Look! Providence gave me a new middle name on my birthday! They said it was 'David' instead of 'Walter!'" Which is really funny! Then a half hour later he'd start laughing and be all, "Oh my god, my middle name is David!"
Also, when we first got home I told him Artoo was going to be really excited to see him and he got all excited and said, "We should tell him that witches did this to me!" which is really funny because it's one of our jokes that whenever we leave the apartment we always tell Artoo to keep the witches away. The fact that his brain knew this on some level was pretty funny.
Remember, kids, concussions CAN be fun! :oD