Saturday
Well today ended up as a day off. Back track to our first ride when Paul went down near the end of the first “half” of the 401 trail. He was hurting but initially just thought it was a bruised rib, maybe cracked, but all else seemed OK. The next day, Thursday, he was in pain but still not too bad, I think he even took a spin into town while we did our ride. By that evening he was not doing any better and maybe a bit worse but we chocked it up to chest bruising getting worse before it gets better. By Friday morning he did not look good and spent most of the day sitting at the table with his head propped up on pillows or sleeping back in howie’s bed, no chance at going anywhere. Friday evening when he tried to lay down to go to bed it became pretty obvious that there were bigger issues as it was very painful to lie down and he was having a really hard time breathing in that position. With the Madness’ help (he’s a national guard/army medic) it was determined that there could be real issues and a trip to the ER was probably in order. So howie took paul over and sure enough his left lung was pretty much collapsed. Paul spent the night at the hospital and they put a small chest tube in to drain and then allow the lung to reinflate. He was discharged the next morning, Saturday, still with his chest tube in and a prescription for some good pain meds. So with all that and a bad weather forecast the plan for a potential epic ride was scrapped in favor of doing the local Hartman Rocks. As the day worn on, nobody seemed real motivated to make the ride happen so we ended up just having a relaxing day of napping and listening to comedy routines that the boys had on their Ipods. Paul is doing a lot better, and even jokes about his “udder,” as the chest tube drainage bag is covered with a latex surgical glove and hangs just below his shirt. Turns out it was probably a good thing that we did not head up for the big ride as I talked with a neighbor here that was up there fishing and said it poured in the afternoon.
On another note from the campground, everybody seems to have dogs, not just here, but most of the other places as well. There are two golden retrievers that have been routinely taking their owners for a walk around the campground here, one of which is always carrying a stuffed duck (dog, not owner), kind of like a little kid carrying a blanket or something, very cute.
Today we head out towards Taylor Reservoir for the ride that we were going to do yesterday. Wish us luck!
1 comment:
man, following your exploits from afar is a lot less thrilling than actually being htere. but alas, i might be in for some trouble with that. turns out the d-bag with 3 first names is filing an appeal for my unemployment (remember, he loves me and he'd do anything for me - lol!) so now i've got to stick around for some damned hearing. then the state says that looking for a job elsewhere only counts if i'm having interviews. so i can't be looking fora job if i'm talking to people and sending out resumes. eh, whatever. i might have them changing their minds on that. seems someone higher up has to look into it and make a decision.
whatever, stop getting people hurt. it's no fun when you're hurt. not even with so much as a sunburn. i've been peelin for days!
rode with the JRA crew here in bradford, those guys are animals, but great people. it felt good to have aemon beside me again.
here's hoping you guys have a good time the rest of the trip, and we'll see hwatever comes downt he pipes on whether or not i can make it back out there.
princess
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