A bump for the one year anniversary. For lots of reasons it’s interesting to come back to this one occasionally 😉
I’m not sure if I mentioned it above but a nurse at the scene saved my life. My wife was told by the police that she ran through the traffic. She sorted out my airway and held my head to keep my kneck stable until the paramedics arrived and collared me, also saving me from potential spinal damage that could have left me paralysed.
Despite trying I never managed to track her down. I was told that she was from the same nearby hospital that I was sent to but that drew a blank.
A few weeks back I thought it would be a good idea to get the local rag (The Bristol Evening Post) to run a story saying “thanks” to everyone who’s been in involved somehow in getting me back to where I am now, starting with the driver behind me for not running over me and the nurse who came to my aid:
http://www.thisisbristol.co.uk/grateful-angel-came-aid/story-18541165-detail/story.html#axzz2QWnNQNui
The phone rang on Tuesday and..
..it was the poor driver of the car that was directly behind me. We had a chat which helped fill in a few gaps for me. She didn’t know whether I’d survived and was really pleased to read the story. Clearly shaken by the whole experience I think it helped to be able to talk to me.
Then the following day I got a call from the prison in the same village. They told me that they thought the nurse worked there, she’d mentioned to a colleague about the accident a year ago but was away that day.
I spoke to her on Thursday. Lorraine. She was as lovely as I imagined she might be. The only thing was she has a distinctive accent (soft southern Irish) and my wife recognised her voice immediately which brought back tearful memories of the last time they’d spoken.
She said that she was “just doing her job” and I made it clear to her that she’d done much much more than that. I said that I was told she’d run through the traffic to get to me and she said that she “could see it was bad”. She stayed with me until the paramedics arrived. She event sent the (off duty) police inspector who arrived to get a bag to put my kit in. And although the police wanted to phone my wife, she said she wanted to do it as she thought it would be better to hear a woman’s voice (which my wife said it was, if there was ever a way to break such news she did it in the kindest way possible).
I told her about my injuries, how I’d got on in hospital and since, and she was really pleased to learn that I was back on the bike. (She rides with her family too).
In so many ways a nice way to mark the anniversary. One circle in time closes..