This is what I know, and what I think I know…
I had just ridden to the end of the strand by the Oceanside pier. I was half-way through one of the best rides in recent months. It was a beautiful day by the water. I stopped, took a picture of my bike against the waves, and walked around for a few minutes taking in all the scenes of the beach. I then got back on my bike, ready for the journey home.
I keep a workout towel wrapped around my handlebars to wipe sweat from my eyes when I ride. I’m always cautious that it stays wrapped around the handlebars so it won’t drop into my tire spokes. I must have been too at ease from the high of a good outing. I had pedaled less than a mile and was just south of the Oceanside pier dodging between pedestrians with dogs, slow moving cars, and other cyclists.
I have no memory of this, but my sweat towel must have fallen from my handlebars into my spokes. I was going roughly 20 mph. In what was later suggested to me as a sudden and immediate stop, I was flung over the handlebars and knocked unconscious. My next memory would be the paramedics transferring me from the ambulance to the helicopter for a flight to Scripps Trauma Center in La Jolla.
I clearly had a bad concussion – no helmet. I know. I know. My shoulders and hands were in pain, and I had a gash beside my left eye.
I was in the trauma center for a couple of hours. A CT scan indicated that there was no brain damage. I had a small fracture of my left cheek bone and a smaller one in my left clavicle. I begged them to glue to gash beside my eye shut rather than close it with stitches. The doctor agreed. I was released and headed home with a friend who picked me up. My bike is being held by the Oceanside police.
I’m pretty banged up. Very stiff, pretty much everywhere. My left shoulder is hard to move – it’s what I’m most worried about. I have been on a tear of good riding, good strength workouts, and the best eating I’ve done in years. I don’t want to see that progress fade.
I hope to be back at work by the end of this week. Possibly, on my bike again and in the weight room by next week, but we shall see.
I may be on social media a little less this week, despite that I have a little extra time. This was humbling. A closer call than what I’m letting on, and could have been much worse. Funny, each ride in an ambulance or helicopter grounds me a little more, and helps streamline my priorities.
If there was one disappointment in all of this, while in the helicopter flying along the beautiful California coastline, I asked the flight trauma team if I could sit up and enjoy the view. They said, NO! Something about some spinal protocol and the board I was strapped to. Pissed me off… Jhciacb
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