We had a nice little jaunt yesterday around rivington, just like hundreds of other people it would appear! As we were in the carpark preparing to go, we bumped into a forum regular who graced us with his presence and local knowledge. We had a cracking ride: the rain held off until after we’d finished and the ground conditions were pretty good. Not perfect sadly, as the aforementioned regular lost it on a greasy road and used his arm as a brake.
It looked pretty horrible, even after it had been cleaned up, and we all reckoned he should visit A+E to get it looked at, although he was less bothered about it – apparently he considered it a mere flesh wound, but said he’d get it checked out and let us know how it went.
I quote from his mail this morning;
Well thanks for all the concern and help today. If I’d have been by myself I’d have just ridden off with a shrug and rinsed it off in the shower later. Thanks to Ian too. If you can pass that on it would be great, ta.
It’s been a pretty poor day for me, you see despite meeting you lot and having a great ride, when I fell off(I think), my GPS fell out of my camelbak 🙁
That’s 120 quid down the drain. Or it could have been the first time I stopped to take pictures or maybe when we stopped to clean up my elbow. Ho hum. Hopefully it’ll lie there for a while till I get chance to go back and have a look.
Anyway. I got home, had a shower, went down the hospital. Over two hours later I got seen by a nurse for treatment. The triage nurse had already declared me low priority so I;d sat in the waiting room watching everyone roll past me for at least an hour.
Then a very pretty nurse spent over twenty minutes scrubbing gravel out of my arm with a nice stiff brush. Obviously I declined any pain relief and therefore obviously it hurt immensely. It didn;t matter though, I just spent my time looking into the nurses beautiful grey eyes.
End result though, no stitches because the tissue wasn’t torn, only the skin. She used those rubber strips to keep the flaps of skin together and suggested I change the dressing on Wednesday.
Any guesses as to who it might be? Will post pics of the cleaned wound later:)
nurse spent over twenty minutes scrubbing gravel out of my arm with a nice stiff brush. Obviously I declined any pain relief and therefore obviously it hurt immensely
He only rolled the sleeves up so Nurse Ian could get at the wound, and he did wear socks (I think, anyway) so Don Johnson is not right. Not sure about Jesus, I didn’t see him walking on water or anything, could be the Son of God I suppose
He is renowned as a bit of a hardman, so I’m not surprised he didn’t accept pain relief, he didn’t even flinch when Nurse Ian did the initial cleaning.
BTW Ricoh cameras SUCK big time. Mine’s been back for repair FOUR times so far, and having come back only a few weeks ago is ALREADY failing in the same way as the things that was supposedly fixed! GRRRR 👿
Yup, had the old scrubbing brush on the open wound treatment. Only mine wasn’t by a pretty female nurse with gorgeous eyes. Mine was by a male Autralian nurse with hatred in his eyes for all things English after we won the Ashed off them in 2004 I think. It hurt. A lot.
I knew it wasn’t Lowey but IF it had have been I’d have known…. He would still be in hospital, on a drip, hooked up to Life Support & on morphine & recanting tales of how utterly horrific it was for him – coz deep down he’s a big, hairy tart. Latest “injury” case in point 😉