This is Lesley (and Tanj, Uschi, and Vladi) writing for Mark because he is recovering from a bicycle accident he had on Wednesday. I have been posting blogs we had in reserve until we knew Mark will fully recover and now I can tell the story (with Mark's help).
Those who have had accidents,
and those who will.
Mark has been lucky as a cyclist and has never really had an accident where he has gotten seriously hurt. A few spills, a few scrapes, but lucky overall. Wednesday Mark went out for a ride on a course he has literally ridden 100s of times before. He took a corner and next thing he knew, he was regaining consciousness while laying in the middle of the road. Luckily, a pick-up stopped to help, and it happened to be a former co-worker, Thanks Chad!! He drove Mark back home (about 5 miles away). We now know that the day before a truck went off the road at that corner, and dirt was left on the road when it was pulled out of the ditch, then it rain over night. Mark must have hit the mud while turning. He was really lucky to not have been hit by a car while unconscious on the road. Mark does not remember even starting to slip, just waking up.
I was asleep when Mark woke me to say he had just had crashed. At first I didn't know how bad it was because he sounded O.K. and was walking around. Then when he started to take off his sweaty and mud-covered bike gear to wash off, we began to realize he was pretty banged up. He said his face and wrists really hurt. Mark got into the tub, with my help, to try to wash off the mud, but then he started to bleed from the nose and mouth and I knew we were headed to the emergency room. I helped him dress in loose clothes, got the necessary goodies (ID, insurance card - which he always carries while riding) and we drove to the hospital which is across town.
We were at the ER for five plus hours and at first we waited for over an hour before anything was done because they were understaffed. When Mark started vomiting blood a paramedic, who had just dropped off a patient, was called in to help get an IV started and painkiller and anti-nausea medication administered. We were then hustled to radiology for a medley of X-Rays and CT scans. I watched the digital images come up and knew right away that Mark's lungs and ribs looked O.K.. He had broken his right wrist (Triquetrum) and also his right cheek ("tripod" bone), the probable source of the bleeding. We headed back to the ER and Mark was given a splint for the wrist and sent home with 5mg Oxycodone pills for pain, anti-nausea medication, and an appointment the next day to meet a surgeon regarding his facial injury.
I think he was trying to smile.
Its hard to tell, but Mark's right cheek
was collapsed in by almost a centimeter.
They were pacing around the room.
and the boys had to investigate.
"Are you O.K.?"
Vladi was upset...
His tail was going thump-thump-thump.
what had happened.
That night (Wednesday), the boys slept close to Mark.
Thursday morning a friend of ours stayed with Mark while I went to work (Thanks Griz!) and in the afternoon we met the surgeon. He recommended Mark have reconstructive surgery on his right cheek the next morning. Luckily the right eye's vision seemed fine and Mark's teeth seemed intact, although a bit numb. Next, we visited the orthopedic surgeon, who decided the wrist will probably not need surgery. We also visited the physical therapy department to set up an appointment for shoulder work and a new wrist brace. We then went to the hospital for blood work and to fill out pre-admittance paperwork. On the way home, we stopped by the grocery store to get soft/liquid foods since Mark was having some trouble chewing. We packed up some bags of goodies for the hospital and tried to get some sleep.
Friday morning we woke up early and stopped by work to get a few things done before checking in for surgery at 7 a.m.
The surgeon had reviewed the full CT scans and let us know he had some work to do. The surgery lasted about two-and-a-half hours as the surgeon re-positioned the bones on a titanium scaffolding from a spot near the corner of the right eye and from inside the mouth. The surgeon let me know that Mark's vision should be O.K. and that he will be swollen for some time due to the inevitable soft tissue damage while moving bones around. Mark was pretty drugged up and took a while to fully wake up...
This might look terrible, but this is the moment I knew
Mark was going to be O.K, so its one of my favorite photos.
By 5 p.m. we were home again, and Mark was able
to eat cold lentil soup.
eating dinner in "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels."
Mark had received a really nice bouquet from work,
Last night Vladi slept on Mark's legs, Uschi at his feet, and Tanji next to him on the ottoman.
I think we are really fortunate Mark is home and expected to make a full recovery, things could have gone so much worse. It will be some time before he is using his right wrist, so I will be posting blogs for awhile. There are sure to be many photos of the boys mushing Mark and keeping our spirits high.