I want to Ride my Bicycle...

You know how I said in my last post that there are few things my husband would rather do with his spare time than work on Habitat houses? Well one of those things is cycling. He loves to bike.

Yesterday Brad got home from work at 2:45 and decided to go for a quick ride before the start of the Hawkeye game at 3:30. At 3:08, I got a call from him requesting I come pick him up. I could tell he was in distress as he was breathing shallow and he couldn’t tell me exactly where he was located.

I hopped in the truck and when I found him 3 other people had stopped to help him. They helped me load him and his bike in the truck and we headed toward the ER. For those of you that don’t know me, I don’t do blood or anything the least bit “medical”. I leave that up to Brad. I tend to get anxious {read a nervous wreck}. As I drove I wondered why we didn’t call an ambulance. 

Brad directed me to the closest ER, he was sure he had broken ribs and a punctured lung. The x-rays proved him right with 4 broken ribs and a pneumothorax all on the right side. He also has a mean case of road rash from head to calf. He stayed the night at the hospital, heavily drugged, and he came home today at noon. He let me take these pictures tonight.

Road Rash

Brad says he hit the ground before he even knew he was going down. He was turning a corner after a hill at 20 mph. Thankfully, he always wears a helmet.

The remains of his gloves and beloved Hilly Hundred jersey.  He asked if I could work it into a quilt.

He says he is going to work tomorrow.  He forgets he is no longer hooked up to a morophine pump. 

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I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my bicycle
I want to ride it where I like
                           Queen 1978