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Shocking News Randochap... Best wishes for a speedy recovery.
Randochap - Get Well Soon!
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mr Mag00
rising member
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- Deepest Dorset
get well soon
Baggy
Cake connoisseur
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- Where the chevrons are
Here's wishing you a swift and full recovery, very sorry to hear about your Rivendell 
fossyant
Ride It Like You Stole It!
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- South Manchester
Good grief.....you've been very lucky. Hope the foot get's sorted soon. Any Titanium in that leg...... better than that carbon rubbish, and steel goes rusty......
Certainly puts into perspective many of our/my accidents. Glad you are back in one piece (literally).......
Speedy recovery.....
Certainly puts into perspective many of our/my accidents. Glad you are back in one piece (literally).......
Speedy recovery.....
Rollon
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Best wishes.
Dave.
Dave.
Chuffy
Veteran
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- On the banks of the Exe
Handbuilt, lugged and lined I trust.fossyant said:
All the best Rando, may your nurse be the Sheldon Brown of knackered limbs. Only without the beard. And a lady.
Headgardener
Armchair Cyclist
Sorry to hear you have been damaged Randochap I hope you are getting better and that you can still ride a bike when you are fit again. Get well soon. HG.
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Randochap
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Well, it's FollowFriday in the Twitterverse, in my living room hospital and here as well! Thanks so much CT friends!
What happened: On Sunday July 19, I was just out for a short (10k) toodle to get some fresh air and check some road work on part of a 600 km route I'd planned for the next weekend (July 25). My wife was waiting for me to get back and do the garden work I'd been promising ...
On the way home, I made a left hand turn through a T intersection (remember, I'm on right). I'd completed the turn when ... WHAM! A pickup truck -- who'd run the red light -- plowed into me from behind.
I remember thinking: Must stay up. Then I'm seeing the undercarriage of the truck and a milisecond later the back wheels hit me in the right hip. I'm facing the wheels which are pushing me along the road, thinking A. Keep your frikkin' foot on the brake! and B. Those are bald tyres!
Next, after getting dragged for 30 ft, I'm sitting next to the truck and some people run over. I can hear the young driver of the truck, behind me, saying "Oh my god, o my god!
I'm pretty calm. I sit up and then see my foot. Not pretty (I'll spare the details, but to say it is barely attached). I say to my self: "You're in deep trouble."
A woman arrives on the scene. I'm saying loudly to the kid: "That was a *%&*ing red light you ran!" The woman says, "Yes, I was right behind him. He didn't even slow." I think it was she who knelt behind me to support me as I didn't want to lay down, but rather hold my leg so the foot wouldn't fold.
Soon, a guy with ERT training ran over with a bag. He had a kit from which he produced a compression bandage and tied up the foot. I screamed.
Then the fire truck arrived, followed by police and finally the ambulance and paramedics.
They put on a neck brace, loaded me on a board and after checking for usual signs of internal injuries, loaded me into the ambulance. Interesting that the constant questioning -- name, address, birth date, etc. --gave me something to focus on. Still, I was now shaking uncontrollably.
Memories of hospital corridors rushing by, razors shaving (no need for legs
) oxygen masks, IVs going in. Then the long, painful sessions of scans, X-rays, probing and waiting.
That evening, I underwent a 5 hour surgery, during which a (stainless
) plate attached with 8 screws was used to put the shattered tibia back together. The fibula was left to its own devices -- a surprise I got viewing last week's post-op X-ray. The tibia sheared off just above the joint. The surgeon admitted it was one of the worst of its kind he'd seen as, in his words, I'd "left a lot of bone back on the road."
A week later, I underwent a skin graft operation. Donor site was my right thigh (above short line
) It has taken well. But that (donor site) is a painful wound that is healing slowly. I'll spare you the full-colour images.
As mentioned, I'm now finally home, with a hospital bed in our small living room. I can get to nearby bathroom with walker and have started sitting briefly in my armchair with leg elevated and make short trips by wheelchair, with help from my wife (
) or home care nurse (
) up to the park and/or cafe. If the foot is down too long though, it turns purple. The wheelchair has an extension that support the right leg.
As well, I have a wrenched back, severely bruised hip, compressed shoulder, whiplash, sprained wrist, knee, bruises everywhere and, of course, lots of road rash (mostly healed).
Things are moving forward slowly. The main irritant at this moment is the skin on the foot which has become thin from edema, looks like parchment and burns.
I have a long road of rehab ahead. Hopefully, the bone will heal as well as the external wounds.
It helps immensely to get the support of family and friends. I got a wonderful card on Wednesday signed by Woden's Wheelers and one of them just dropped by offering to take me on a wheelchair ride next week! Also seen my clubmates who just got back, having survived LEL. Boy, did they have stories!
Of course, the very hardest thing is being out of "the peleton." Just trying to stay focussed and hoping I'll end up with enough movement in joint to get back in the saddle. Those of you who know me are aware I've made it through other challenges the last few years and I'm just going to apply the same bloody-mindedness to this setback.
If you want to follow my progress in 140 characters or less, check my Twitter page.
Thanks again,
Randochap
What happened: On Sunday July 19, I was just out for a short (10k) toodle to get some fresh air and check some road work on part of a 600 km route I'd planned for the next weekend (July 25). My wife was waiting for me to get back and do the garden work I'd been promising ...
On the way home, I made a left hand turn through a T intersection (remember, I'm on right). I'd completed the turn when ... WHAM! A pickup truck -- who'd run the red light -- plowed into me from behind.
I remember thinking: Must stay up. Then I'm seeing the undercarriage of the truck and a milisecond later the back wheels hit me in the right hip. I'm facing the wheels which are pushing me along the road, thinking A. Keep your frikkin' foot on the brake! and B. Those are bald tyres!
Next, after getting dragged for 30 ft, I'm sitting next to the truck and some people run over. I can hear the young driver of the truck, behind me, saying "Oh my god, o my god!
I'm pretty calm. I sit up and then see my foot. Not pretty (I'll spare the details, but to say it is barely attached). I say to my self: "You're in deep trouble."
A woman arrives on the scene. I'm saying loudly to the kid: "That was a *%&*ing red light you ran!" The woman says, "Yes, I was right behind him. He didn't even slow." I think it was she who knelt behind me to support me as I didn't want to lay down, but rather hold my leg so the foot wouldn't fold.
Soon, a guy with ERT training ran over with a bag. He had a kit from which he produced a compression bandage and tied up the foot. I screamed.
Then the fire truck arrived, followed by police and finally the ambulance and paramedics.
They put on a neck brace, loaded me on a board and after checking for usual signs of internal injuries, loaded me into the ambulance. Interesting that the constant questioning -- name, address, birth date, etc. --gave me something to focus on. Still, I was now shaking uncontrollably.
Memories of hospital corridors rushing by, razors shaving (no need for legs
) oxygen masks, IVs going in. Then the long, painful sessions of scans, X-rays, probing and waiting.That evening, I underwent a 5 hour surgery, during which a (stainless
) plate attached with 8 screws was used to put the shattered tibia back together. The fibula was left to its own devices -- a surprise I got viewing last week's post-op X-ray. The tibia sheared off just above the joint. The surgeon admitted it was one of the worst of its kind he'd seen as, in his words, I'd "left a lot of bone back on the road."A week later, I underwent a skin graft operation. Donor site was my right thigh (above short line
) It has taken well. But that (donor site) is a painful wound that is healing slowly. I'll spare you the full-colour images.As mentioned, I'm now finally home, with a hospital bed in our small living room. I can get to nearby bathroom with walker and have started sitting briefly in my armchair with leg elevated and make short trips by wheelchair, with help from my wife (
) or home care nurse () up to the park and/or cafe. If the foot is down too long though, it turns purple. The wheelchair has an extension that support the right leg.As well, I have a wrenched back, severely bruised hip, compressed shoulder, whiplash, sprained wrist, knee, bruises everywhere and, of course, lots of road rash (mostly healed).
Things are moving forward slowly. The main irritant at this moment is the skin on the foot which has become thin from edema, looks like parchment and burns.
I have a long road of rehab ahead. Hopefully, the bone will heal as well as the external wounds.
It helps immensely to get the support of family and friends. I got a wonderful card on Wednesday signed by Woden's Wheelers and one of them just dropped by offering to take me on a wheelchair ride next week! Also seen my clubmates who just got back, having survived LEL. Boy, did they have stories!
Of course, the very hardest thing is being out of "the peleton." Just trying to stay focussed and hoping I'll end up with enough movement in joint to get back in the saddle. Those of you who know me are aware I've made it through other challenges the last few years and I'm just going to apply the same bloody-mindedness to this setback.
If you want to follow my progress in 140 characters or less, check my Twitter page.
Thanks again,
Randochap
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Yes - best wishes for a sure and healthy recovery Randochap.
PBancroft
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Very lucky you weren't killed.
At least a year out of your life... do tell me the driver is off the road?
At least a year out of your life... do tell me the driver is off the road?
What an astonishing tale 
(of woe)
Like most on here, it's hard to find the right words (must have left them in the attic/loft) to describe how I feel about your incident . I am almost in shock myself just reading about it 
.
Take care, try not to get too frustrated with needing to be waited upon and speedy, full recovery.
All the best.
(of woe) Like most on here, it's hard to find the right words (must have left them in the attic/loft
) to describe how I feel about your incident . I am almost in shock myself just reading about it .Take care, try not to get too frustrated with needing to be waited upon and speedy, full recovery.
All the best.
