Monday, 5. May 2008 4:44
On May 4th the Trauma Surgeon came back into the ER and told me, “Erik, you have fractured four vertebrae in your neck, C1 & C2 are stable but C6 & C7 are very unstable.”
A BROKEN NECK…I BROKE MY NECK?!? But…that can’t happen to me! WTF! It’s just too much for us to deal with right now as life was cruising along at a pace too fast to enjoy. I just went out for a quick ride to get the legs moving, nothing serious…HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?
THE SHORT STORY
Head out for quick mt. bike ride, hit rut wrong, sent head first into embankment, feel pain in neck, lay still while calling Jen then 911, delivered to the trauma section of the ER, immediately given X-Rays, Cat Scans, and MRI’s, results…stable fractures on C1 & C2, but C6 & C7 are not stable, admitted to hospital for emergency surgery, fuse C6 & C7, success, recover, come home.
THE DETAILS
While Jen’s brother, wife and son (John, Sandy and Avery) were out for a visit from Virginia for a long weekend, I was getting a little antsy to head out for a ride on the last morning they were in town…they had an evening flight, so I figured an hour ride would be good for me before we went to the local street fair, then to the airport later that evening to see them off. I headed out to a trail I have ridden probably more than a thousand times…literally. It is just a loop that climbs 1000 vertical feet up and comes down a steep and technical but fun downhill. On the last part of the downhill, the fastest part, just before I was turning to start another loop, I hit a rut at just the wrong angle with my front tire at approximately 35 mph. My bike went to the right and I was sent flying through the air to the left where I see the ground coming at my face…and it was coming fast! It must have been a spectacular impact, because I don’t remember that part of the crash. However I do remember thinking while flying through the air, as if I was in slow motion upside down, no…no…no…please don’t let me hit my head…not my head…NOOOOO!!!….BOOM!
The next thing I know, I am laying in an erosion ditch on my back with a tingling left arm. The tingle only lasted a few seconds, but that coupled with the intense pain in my neck gave me a clue that this could be serious. I laid there for a few minutes thinking about what just happened. Realizing that I can move my arms and legs, I resist the urge to get up and continue to keep my neck totally still. My cell phone was in my jersey pocket, and I can reach it with my left hand without disturbing my neck or back, so I call Jen first. She is used to me calling when I get a flat or even crash, but this time all I could say was HELP ME! She knows the area well as we hike up there quite a bit, and she could drive most of the way to me. At first I told her to call 911, then I though I might be able to pinpoint my location a bit better. It is a surreal experience to call 911 for yourself. As I lay still, Jen and John show up within about 5 or 10 minutes. Sandy was great as she stayed back with the kids. After about 30 more minutes, the paramedics found me with the help of a helicopter. Time check – about 10:30am. They strap me to the backboard with what appears to be duct tape and load me into the back of the ambulance, and I am off to the ER. Jen has taken me to the ER a few times now, so at this point we thought this was all precautionary. After all, I could move my legs and arms…how could I have a broken neck?
Once at the ER, I am immediately given X-Rays, Cat Scans, and MRI’s. As I am wheeled from room to room, pain shoots up and down my neck and back with the slightest bump of the wheels. After seeing a good portion of the ceilings in the hospital, they put me back in the room where I started. Jen is there waiting for me. A nurse comes in with some much needed pain medication and she stitches up my left elbow. I don’t even feel it, as I am focusing on breathing to control the other pain I am feeling at this point. After a bit, the Trauma Surgeon comes in and tells us the results of the images. I have stable hairline fractures on C1 & C2, but C6 & C7 have been crushed together, displaced and all the ligaments connecting the two have been severed. Emergency surgery is scheduled for 5:00pm the following day. They decide they are going to leave vertebra C1 and C2 alone as they are stable and will heal just fine, and they are going to fuse C6 and C7 together with titanium plates and rods. The news was a bit shocking to both Jen and I, but the doc assured us that I was going to be fine in time.
At this point, I have leads all over my chest to monitor me, IV’s in both arms, a big neck brace on and there is talk of a catheter…yikes! They wheel me to my new digs until the surgery, room 419. I learn to hate this room, as this is where I spend the next 30 hours in the most excruciating pain I have ever felt in my life despite the IV narcotics and valium they have me on. On the pain scale of 1 – 10 that the hospital staff use to know what the patient is feeling…I am at about a 27, unbearable! I don’t remember a lot of this part, but several people did come to visit for which I am very thankful. Jen was amazing through this whole experience, and I cannot imagine what emotional state she must have been in.
In the morning, Jen came back to my room, and the staff told us that the surgery was going to be pushed up and will now be at noon…well, noon came and went, and I am still in room 419 waiting in pain…the spasms in my lower back from laying still for so long is what is sending me through the roof at this point. They come back to tell us that my surgery had been pushed back to 5:00pm…I was devastated! 5 more hours of this pain…NOOOOO! Tears came to my eyes. My dad showed up around 2:00pm and eventually the surgery did roll around. As they prepped me for surgery, I had Jen get a few pictures of me, so I could see what I was going through. The last thing I remember was the breathing tube going into my nose, then I woke up in ICU then next morning.
The support we had during this time was amazing! My dad took care of Quinn, and our good friends Erin, Damon and Jen stayed with Jen through the entire 6 hour surgery. We do have the best friends in the world! I wake up in ICU and my family shows up in the morning. Still all drugged up, I am now on the road to recovery. The doctors come to talk and they tell us there wasn’t much they didn’t expect from the images, but the damage was quite a bit more extensive. There were chunks of bone in my spinal column 1 mm from the cord itself, that they had to extract, which explains the tingling left hand at this point.
They tell me that it was literally the smartest decision of my life to lay still on the trail and if I had, there was no stability in that C6-C7 joint to keep them from slipping and damaging the spinal cord…I would have been a quadriplegic for sure!! So, the next three days were spent in recovery. There was a steady stream of visitors, flowers and get well wishes from friends and family from all over the country. I don’t know how I will ever be able to thank everyone, who has been there for us, appropriately. One thing is for sure…my wife has been the biggest rock star of all. I love you Jen! This has been a truly amazing experience, fortunately I will be back to 100% in not too much longer. It has been a month since the accident, and I still re-live the crash a thousand times a day. There will be a lot to take away from this. Life is short and it can change in the blink of an eye. Do what makes you happy, and don’t sweat the small things…
Here are a few images of my stay and the new hardware in my neck…thank you to all of you who have been thinking of me!