I managed to have an accident in Bolivia riding the “Road of Death”, rear tyre blew off rim at about 30mph, dislocated shoulder, broken arm and brake lever into groin.
Took them 8 hours to get me to a German run clinic, only after they had tried to take me to an x-ray machine in someones house (so he could charge insurance) and to a few other small clinics who were clearly not set up for surgery, so they could charge money.
They re-located my arm and put screws in to fix the humerous, forgetting to check rest of my body, so woke up morning after surgery with bed sodden in blood from brake lever to groin.
What followed was five days of really weird dreams caused by morphine, blood loss, the hospital being at 4200m above sea level and the fact that every time i was lucid, TV seemed to have Baywatch with spanish subtitles on. The food always seemed to be chicken soup with french fries floating in it!
Thankfully had the good sense to get the surgery checked with NHS when I got home, who confirmed that the screws they put in arm in Bolivia where in completely wrong, and that they would have to re-disclocate shoulder and fix it, they were brilliant and arm is 99% now, so i blinkin love ’em.