Went to our bi-monthly Ranger/SF breakfast Saturday. Talked with a guy I knew at Devens in '83. I wore my cut just for him as he said my MC would never fly in Texas. At any rate, we’re all friends now. He told me why he doesn’t ride any more - he went through the windshield of his bike at 55 mph (his buddy said it was faster than that) and hit his head on the tailgate of a pickup. The accident saved his life.
Yes, it should have killed him, but instead he was royally effed up. They gave him an MRI and discovered thyroid cancer - just in time to treat it. Without the accident he says he’d be dead now.
I’ll trade you for the x-rays of my left shin-bone broken in two places
plus one break on the thinner bone behind it.
Actually Sepsis is serious. A lady currently is in the ICU. They keep cutting. Been at it for weeks. Last Friday they called the family and said they should come by to say goodby.
the end of that roto rooter is nightmare inducing.
Very serious. I JM’ed a jump once during a drill weekend. Dark AF. Totally tactical. The support vehicles didn’t even have headlights on. And worse - no chem lights on the adjacent power lines, although at least they had been turned off.
DZ position was calculated using GRMS, so I verified by sight rather than the green light in the aircraft. To make a long story short, I got hit so hard I thought I’d collided with another jumper whose chute I could barely see. I didn’t realize I had landed until I started getting dragged - that’s how dark it was. The BC broke his leg in four places and developed sepsis, Although it was a drill weekend, he was placed on active duty orders to recover, which took almost a year. The infection from one of his leg wounds somehow got into his organs and nearly killed him. Any civilians who think weekend drills are all fun and games surely don’t know.
I wasn’t going to go down this route, but, well, if you can’t beat ‘em. In brief: 2019, back pain, untreated (for what it really was), undiagnosed. Emergency services missed it. Basically, an epidural abscess chomping its way through my spinal cord. Surgeon got to me with millimetres to spare. Sepsis the cause, but no wound as such. My body just decided to destroy itself by attacking my spine/neck and liver (the latter, I suppose, is only natural after around 35 years in the Sergeants’ Mess).
Two or three vertebrae removed, so some plastic replacements and a fair bit of scaffolding in my neck, but hey! I’m alive. Horrendous recovery; around 3 weeks in the ICU, hallucinations and then some.
My brain still doesn’t quite function the way it used to, so perhaps the sepsis did get further than they thought. So if you note that I’m less than coherent in some of my posts (and I’ve noted the errant spelling on occasion, which is weird) that’s probably why!
But, as I say, I’m alive. Now, where’s that stash?
PS: There is no scar.
People can get sepsis from gardening, model building or whatever/wherever/whenever we can get an infection that the immune system fails to handle.
People can have a bad cold, cough their airways raw, get an infection and develop sepsis.
There is a million ways to die …
George Hogg. Stubbed his toe playing basketball in China. Died. But it was tetanus, not sepsis.
Another bad way to die …
In September of 2024 I underwent a procedure called Radio Frequency Rhizotomy for my Trigeminal Neuralgia. Under anesthesia a long needle is inserted down by your lower jaw and then pushed up trough your face to the top of your ear to contact the trigeminal nerve at it’s branch and then the nerve is burned with microwaves. Supposedly a very low risk procedure. During prep the neurosurgeon’s intern came in and started on the full disclosure bit about what could go wrong
( non of this was mentioned during my initial
consult ) When he said there was a possibility of a brain infection because of perforation of the dura membrane I was a bit apprehensive.
So now you tell me minutes before strapping down.
The anesthesiologist then came in and asked if my blood pressure was always this high - WTF !!
Y’all should know I’m considering altering this thread title…inserting an “e” in “faces”, it’s about the only thing we haven’t covered in sufficient detail yet. And before you think it, yeah probably a sh!t idea.
Tell me about it… I thought things might be O.K. as the Doctor leading the procedure was a most pleasant young lady, but it turned out the technician wielding the instrument was a big shaven-headed bloke who was a dead ringer for the trolly boy in Hot Fuzz…
The device he held suggested he moonlighted by offering similar services to racehorse owners. Aghast, I suggested a smaller version might suffice: “Surely I only need the medium size” I whined, to no avail. I think eventually they got a good photo of my tonsils, from underneath…
Cheers,
M
I had the same thought seconds before reading your post but we can (should) try to stay away from that area …
Definitely a Code Brown flag
Nope, just turned 71…June 2025.
for those of you feeling your age i can provide you a new suit, just let me know if you prefer pine, teak or mahogany lol
I think I’m having the Boll in bag option