My Crash Experience *with pics and x-rays*

Wow, this had been a very different 3 ½ weeks for me, it has been very depressing, painful, interesting, boring, insightful, lucky and unlucky all at the same time. I want to say a big thanks to BCF for the support I have received in so many different ways such as visits and fund which is almost £600 now

Firstly then, the crash. The police has a long conversation with my dad (will be talking to me in the near future) and the long and short of it is the women driver didn’t look in her mirror and cut me up. However there is more to it but does explain how I came off on a nice gentle bend on a duel carriage style way road.









I broke my pelvis 4 times and was one of the worst they have seen. I broke my arm twice (both bones) and 2 ribs and punctured my lung. Also there was lots of bruising mainly on my ****. As mentioned I shouldn’t have lived though it and only did because the bike threw me off before hitting trees. The policeman spoke to my hairdresser who visited me said he’s seen bikes in better condition where the rider died so feel lucky to be here.









I woke up in High Dependency Ward and was very drugged up. I had been in recess 7 hours they had put plates in my arm, chest strain in and structure in my pelvis (see pics). I remember in my confusing arguing with the nurse that I wasn’t in hospital and I wanted to walk around to prove it!! Was probably due to low oxygen levels from lung I damaged.

i dont remeber this pic being taken

They kept me on morphine for a few days and the south-east lot saw me when I was on it and White Noise told me the other day when he visited I kept drifting and wasn’t really paying attention to much. By this time I was in a ward for broken bones.

In the first week I was very confused and things like days were a blur. Again this was low oxygen and high power drugs. I also had a capitar suck in my jap’s eye for weeing and was very weird as you don’t know when your weeing or not. When I came out after 3 week I was screaming as was the most painful thing to have removed!!

After about a week maybe week and a half I was less confused and chest strain came out. This was probably when the boredom kicked in. luckily there was a guy in my bay similar ages and was a laugh to talked to and a few of the older guys I got on with but the whole ward was mainly old people which wasn’t so good.

The South-East lot dropped by at various time but I have to say an extra thanks to siggi who visited me a number of time and always made sure I had enough sweets and magazines to pass the time with. Also we were had KFC which was good. My college friends and family and girlfriend came which was good as well.

Constipation is probably half the pain I suffered while here. I been 4 times in 25days but the third time doesn’t count as was like nothing. The pills block you up and its torture. I tried to come off the pills but the pain returned so had to go back on them. The only way to go is to pile it up so you’re dying to go and have non-oral pill given if you catch my drift and hold them in 20-30mins. This 20-30 mins is torture and makes it 10x worse!! It does the job and the feeling afterwards is heavenly!!

As time went on I started to get much better. I was used to being in hospital and all the days seemed the same. As I didn’t have my laptop I was reading a lot read almost 2 books, the first in 4-5 days. I also listened to the radio a lot while I was here and a part from shows such as Annie Mac and Zane Lowe, the daytime music is very repetitive on radio 1.

Just under 2 week in hospital they get me a wheelchair, what a result!! But we soon realise its completely wrong one and I need one I can push myself, had reclinable back and few other things. So I waited, and waited. After 4 missed promised times for it to be here I asked the physio to try the chair that was wrong as a temporary measure and to both of our surprise I was able to sit in it for about 30-40mins before got too painful. This was my ticket home and decided to tell them I was leaving after 3 ½ weeks. I didn’t go down all that well but by this point I was desperate to leave as so bored.

After 3 weeks also I was sitting in bed as you do in hospital and 4 doctors came round my bed, in was quite worried as this is not normal and the oldest one goes,
“We are going to stand you up Andy” which is a great surprise as physio didn’t say anything about this so questioned him a lot but after a while I did and stood up. Was very weird and didn’t hurt at all and was chuffed I was able to stand after just 3 weeks. This also meant the x-fix (pelvis structure) wouldn’t have to be on 12 week like they said at first as its going to get in the way “romantically” when I’m a bit more mobile.

4 days after this I got onto crutches. This was very weird and was able to walk a small way but my legs were very achy and felt like I hadn’t walked for 3 year not 3 weeks!!! But I did it and was proud of myself as was quite hard to keep balanced. This was the same day I left hospital.

The rest of the stay was very uneventful but was made funnier but Davo’s photos of the accident and also I got my x-rays of a doctor so showing people was fun! I still can’t believe how I managed to survive and if rear wheel had go up the curb and not slide on the base I would have gone in the trees. I think I appreciate life more now :up:

So the day came to leave hospital and felt very weird knowing I was going. Siggi came at lunch and I went to the relatives room and ate KFC with him which he kindly brought me and it was heavenly. Just as we were finishing my Girlfriend (who hates KFC ) and my best friend and was very nice not sitting in bed for a change. I was in high spirits at this point and all sat talking about various things. Siggi went after a bit and my dad came at 5pm and we packed everything away and were away by 6pm when we got my drugs.

The drive home was painful with all the bumps and I choose to go past the accident site which damped my good mood but I had to see it for myself. The drive was weird and I felt I was on edge a lot and think I may have lost some of my road confidence which I hope I regain quickly.







When I got home I was happy but felt quite depressed as just reminded me of my bike and how much I loved my bike and how I was before the crash. Was great being around my family and this has definitely brought us closer as they knew it was near fatal as well. I slept without sleeping tablets for first night in about 6 nights as took them due to noisy people in my bay at hospital and was giving some to take but feel I get addicted to them if I take them all the time :down: .

The night was good but painful, I was on a air mattress in hospital which they wouldn’t let me take home and woke up in agony due to bed being much harder and we are trying to get me a special air bed and nice and soft.

When I get better I think I’m going to buy an old Thundercat as be fun to sample a IL4 600 even though I think ill prefer the V-Twin delivery of power but I cant afford another SV even though I wasn’t my fault that the accident happened. I will miss being able to keep up with the South-East lot on a bike that was way down on BHP (although lots of torque) and will differently miss that sound it made . Even if I could get another SV I don’t think I would I my one was perfect with all the stuff I wanted on it and another just wouldn’t compare to it :down: I loved that bike.

Its also been quite strange how the guys I ride with have now met my family and some of my friends and never thought that would happen, my brother said that when he got to the hospital my mum was in a room full of bikers and was quite funny to see I’m sure. My mum said it was quite comforting because she thought id only broken my arm and was taking me home and when she got to the hospital they told her my state.

I just read my crash thread and there are a few of the south-east visits I cant remember at all and in fact I don’t remember Siggi taking that pic of me of ever had in my arm held up like it is in the pic. I must have been off my face still. I remember most after I came off the morphine though :up: .

Even though I’ve suffered a lot I don’t think I could be put off bike as I just love them too much. Some people think I’m crazy but I just have to get back on one!

Great to see you back, mate. Keep it up and you'll be back on the road in no time, if that's what you really want.

Glad to see you're on the road to recovery mate

[dirtydog]

horrific pics of a very bad accident


very lucky to come out of that one


glad you're recovering well





seeing as you're obviously a very lucky man.......... what numbers should i pick for the lotto this week???

Andy, remarkable attitude. You'll get fit again really soon. A positive attitude always helps the healing.

Good to have you back in the fold.

[fizzwheel]

Glad your recovery is going well

Great that you're still with us after that!

I hope you mend up quickly, dude.

Your confidence will take a knock the first time you are back on the road - but it sounds like you've got some great support and a good attitude - you'll make it Ok in the end.

Here's wishing for the best for you.

love the attitude man!
get back out there!

Good to have you back - nice attempt at joining the wonky knee club, but no cigar

Take it easy, the road to recovery has many small steps, and they soon start to add up, although it may not feel that way for some time