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HetFlexK 51M
155 posts
6/30/2015 12:13 am
flat on my back


A few nights ago I fell from a height of roughly 6feet, and landed flat on my back. It was a miraculous fall, in that I did not break anything, or seriously injure myself in any way. Yes, I hurt my back, neck, shoulders, tailbone, back of my skull and right ankle, but it didn’t even knock the wind out of me. My neck and shoulders ache a bit, two days later, but that’s about it. I am beyond lucky.

As a bicycle rider, I have experienced my share of spills, but nothing quite like this has ever happened to me. Bike wrecks usually occur in a forward-moving fashion; you’re likely pedaling forward when you have an accident and therefore you fall/flip/slide/crash that way. Climbing, on the other hand, can lead to a fall that is backward, or even straight down. Ever been scaling a wall, had your hand slip, and instead of falling backwards you essentially just plummeted straight down onto your feet? It’s an admittedly bizarre sensation, but nothing compared to a tumble backwards. It’s disorienting, and depending upon the height you fall from, you don’t really realize what’s happening to you until you’ve landed. Hopefully, flat on your back.

I mention the bike accidents because having a few of them allowed me to practice “relaxing” when they happened. You know how they say a baby is more likely to survive a plane crash because it is sort of oblivious to what’s happening, and therefore his/her muscles are more relaxed, which makes being thrown about a little bit easier to survive? Or how supremely drunk people make it through horrendous crashes because they go unconscious and get thrown around like a rag doll? Well, I managed to somehow find my own way of reacting to falls, be they bike-related or otherwise, by sort of relaxing and accepting them while simultaneously trying to correct/avoid them. I have had my bicycle swept out from underneath me, and managed to relax into a swan dive toward the pavement. I lifted my chin, spread my arms, and landed on my chest, bouncing to a stop with minimal injuries. It’s not easy to do, but it works most times, if you can manage it.

In the case of my fall a few nights ago, I was climbing, had the handhold I was using give way, and a moment later I was watching the world spin out of control as I fell backwards. I heard, but didn’t feel, my head go through some bushes, and then I landed, flat on my back. There wasn’t time to do anything, and I am kind of thankful for that. No time to react, and very little time to actually realize what was happening to me, before it was over. It’s something that keeps playing through my head, again and again. I’ve fallen many times, but never like this. That I sustained no serious injuries is miraculous, and I am thankful for it. I really should have broken something, or at least had the wind knocked out of me, but apart from the shock of the fall, and the lingering back/shoulder/neck pain I got off extremely lightly. A favor I will not soon forget.

It took me a few minutes to get up off the ground, and I only managed to walk about 20feet before I had to lay back down again. When I get hurt, my stomach gets upset, and I will do anything to avoid adding the misery of throwing up to whatever is happening. I just laid myself down at the edge of the road and stared up at the sky for a while, until I felt calm. When I stood the second time, I managed to make it back to the cabin without stopping, or getting ill, but I began to finally show signs of shock. Suddenly I was shivering as I walked along the gravel road, even though moments before I’d been quite comfortable laying on the cold ground. Once inside the cabin, I hovered near the heater while punkin did her best to help me. She found pain medication, rubbed some thc ointment on my neck and shoulders, and even assisted me in the simple task of getting my clothes off. I could barely lift my arms, as you can imagine, and didn’t even want to sit up for very long. Laying down felt good, and kept me from feeling sick to my stomach.

With heat, rubbing, rest, and all of the above ministrations from my loving , I managed to feel fine and dandy two days after my fall. Not 100% mind you, but better than I deserved to, all things considered. Two days after, I filmed another sexy scene with punkin. Two days later I was riding 2 1/2miles (5miles round trip) just to go to the post office and mail a single letter. I know I am resilient, but I am chalking this one up to luck this time around. I have since returned to the spot where I fell, and conquered my fear of falling by scaling it. Once was enough though, and I have no intention of going back. I may feel brave, but I don’t feel stupid.


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