Waggers' Close Call|
In late July, my brother John and myself set off on a dirt
bike trip to Cape
York. We got to the top OK, but I had a bit of trouble on the way back. For reasons unknown (I don't remember a
thing), I was found lying on the track next to my bike after what must have been a spectacular crash. They
helicoptered my semi-conscious body to a hospital on Thursday Island, where they took one look at me and decided
that I was too sick for them to handle. They put me on a plane to Cairns, who made a similar decision and sent me
to Brisbane. I spent about two weeks in intensive care with rubber hoses, IV tubes, wires, computers, morphine,
etc. Apparently they had a lot of trouble with me pulling out the hoses and wires. There was one widget that they
normally clip on the end of your finger. They tried it on every finger and every toe before finally having to hang
it on my ear. They eventually tied my hands to the bed.
I then spent a further 2 weeks in a more conventional ward before they let me return to Sydney. A rough summary of injuries (I'm sure some of you will be busting to know) is as follows:
A big thank you is in order for all those that sent me a card or an email, or even rang my brother to find out what was going on and send their best wishes. These things mean a lot when you are dying of boredom (or other things) in a hospital bed.
Anyway, thanks again to everybody that contacted me one way or another during the last couple of months. News must still travel pretty fast. I hope to see some of you again if I am in Melbourne, or if you make it to Sydney.