04 May, 2008

Stiches...Eww...

So, Alex got in a bike accident the other day, (Monday). He was riding out to the greenhouse from school during 1st period. After increasing his speed to around 15 mph, he suddenly halted and put to much emphasis on the left handbrake; which controls the front tire. As he was turning to his right, his right foot was the one closest to the ground and his pedal clipped the asphalt. He suddenly flew right over the handlebars. Before he knew it, Alex was in a heap on the ground, not realizing the damage done. As he threw the bike off of himself, seeing as it was atop his backside, he checked for injuries. As he wiped his chin and pulled his hand away, he drew a pool of blood with him.
Not realizing how serious the injury was, he casually parked the bike and went to the front office of school requesting a bandage. As an assistant principal looked him over, Alex was then given a poor report. "You're going to need more than a band-aid for that." Dreadful. The adrenaline had made the injury not appear as bad as it apparently was. Fortunately for the silly boy, he could not review his own injury as he phoned his father to retrieve him.
After being cleaned up on the rest of his body, his father arrived and they together proceed to the car.
The father gave no condolences as he proclaimed the truth about the pain his son was soon to endure. The son preferred lies of hope and no pain; yet the father did not deliver. They pulled into the parking lot of the emergency room and together signed in. After a horrid few minutes of "Regis and Kelly", (the show was the horrid part, not the increasing pain as the adrenaline wore off), he was called into the back.
A volunteer took the basic information and led Alex and his father to an open bed. As he lie there awaiting his impending doom, he feared for the worse. The doctor came and reviewed the injury, proclaiming that chins split open all the time and that it would be a simple fixer upper; words which Alex was pleading of his father.
After a few minutes time, another assistant came and removed the gauze and ice now covering the bottom part of Alex's face. As the assistant walked away he said, "I'm not going to tell you what I'm going to get." Alex could only fear for the worst! Then as the assistant returned, to his horror, a gigantic shot, the biggest ever seen to mankind was accompanying our aged assistant. Alex clenched his fist and gut in absolute knotting as the shots were dispersed in what appeared to Alex to be in at least 50 different positions around and inside the wound.
After a few minute's rest following the procedure, the assistant proceeded to poke several areas of the wound with the end of his shot. Alex felt nothing; Hallelujah!

The doctor returned and placed a covering over Alex's face. There was a circular hole placed in the cloth, which surrounded the apparent wound. It was the most peculiar of feeling to Alex as the Doctor sewed the first layer of muscle back together. Rather like a teddy bear would feel when being produced. As the doctor pulled the stitching taught, so to did Alex's chin pull in that direction. It is an odd feeling of being sewn together, yet rather impressive. After what appeared to be 10 minutes the doctor replaced the covering and sat Alex up. He was informed of what not to and to do. He thanked the doctor and signed the forms necessary; seeing as he was now 18 himself.

Now, he just sees the scabbing increase everyday, hoping soon to have a wicked scar!

Day 1
Day 2
Day 3
Day 4

Here are his bloody clothes and other paraphernalia, (no I'm not cursing...).


Shorts- Mind you it was much more terrible, but the blood soaked into this material.
Shirt-which he wore especially for his Daily Herald interview later that day.
There was a huge goop of blood all over his bike before he cleaned it; here's the aftermath.
Handbrake that caused all the damage...
Bike lock

2 comments:

Justin, Kalee, Jackson, Ava and Gabriella Peacock said...

Wow! What an adventure! I am glad you are ok and I LOVE YOUR HAIRCUT!!!!!!! Can I say that a million times? You look great!

Alex said...

holy guacamole, you have a blog.
props on surviving the vicious bike accident.
I'll forgive you for referring to yourself in the third person.