Paulo G Right TBPI
Unfortunate two days after my 32 birthday was the
date of my accident.
As usual on Thursday night, I went to join my
motorcycle friends in a bar in Lisbon (I am in
Portugal). Too early, nobody there yet, ok, lets free some
stress. There I go again on a fabulous duo with my 916
Ducati. Yes, there were moments of unexplained good
feeling, like a symbiosis between the two. As
some one said, I was the machine, and the machine was
me. Was only one power volume riding through the
lighting streets.
As usual, I was passing a yellow light (here the
yellow only appears before the red light). But!,, a
car!!! That not possible! And everything stops, don't
remember more anything. Then I woke with some shouts,
and guys clapping hands, then fall asleep again. Was
inside an ambulance, but I don't know yet what was
happen. I woke again, and some one was cutting my
leather jacket, I start to think, - what happen? Were
I am? Hmmm....leather jacket? Something with motorcycle!
But this is a hospital! Oh shit! A motorcycle
accident!
All night on exams and screaming with the pain coming
from my right arm, and begging the nurse to give me
something to end the pain.
I had about 7 fractures, and an arm paralyzed. They
don't know what to do with the arm, beside wait to see
if something happens. I had to seek for specialist,
and started to find information on the internet.
After a while, I find a good specialist, but when the arm is
opened, he doesn't find better solution than try to
save the biceps. Which has not happened. Until now was 3
years of 8 surgeries ( to the leg, and the arm
artodese, tenodese, etc.), a lot of suffering, the
leg is good, the arm is almost the same. But I get use
to this new situation, I think I have evolved, try to
do everything I can, and think always that, more is
possible, and have to try always to think of more
ways to do things.
Paulo G.
