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Originally Posted by flipper35
Probably why you don't remember the injuries!  |
I grew up in the Leave it to Beaver era. No one had a bike helmet. I don't know if they existed. I had many epic bike crashes, and still have scars from them. One crash was so bad I was laying there next to the road as cars drove past. I figured someone would stop to help. Nope, after 5 minutes I finally extracted myself from under the bike, and pedaled it with a bent handlebars and pedals right to the hospital. I walked in dripping blood. It was on base, so a military hospital of course where all family members waited in line. The lady in front of me had a runny nose and said to the nurse, "I think this kid need help more than me" and the nurse came out and took me to a room, to bleed on a exam table.
Sice I was a kid they could do little more that let me sit there. They called my parents and they gave permission to fix me up. No exaggeration, 100% fact, they gave me a "stick" to bite on, and attacked my abrasions with iodine and gauze, which felt like steel wool and Mr. Clean. I knew I was in for pain when they stuck the dowel in my mouth and four orderlies came in and held me down. I was a boy, so I survived with nothing but scars.