iam not antisocial, its just that people dont take the time to know me and then they pass me by. Which in turn makes me antisocial towards them... but they started it!
I aquired my fabulous metal rods on September 4th, 1999 (two days after my desert stunt riding incident) at the not so tender age of 26. Medical insurance paid for most of it though I got stuck with a collection agency lawsuit that resulted in me having to shell out about 5 grand. Of course, I also had to miss work for three or four months which didn't help much.
I do have some nifty scars. I'm a little bummed about the one down my back though. It healed really well and you can hardly see it. They took some bone out of my pelvis to cram into my spine. That left a couple of spiffy diagonal scars right above my butt. Those ones are pretty nice. There were a total of 65 staples in my back. It took about half an hour to take them all out. My best scar is from a different accident. They took my spleen out when I was 19 (that was my other motorcycle accident... maybe I should have quit riding then. It's too late now, I'm addicted). That one left a nice big purple stripe down my stomach and through my belly button. They cut my button in half. How rude.
Fortunately, I was wearing a very expensive set of full leathers when I crashed at black rock. The only abrasions I had were on my neck. If it weren't for those leathers, it would have been skin graft city. The full faced helmet saved me from becoming a chinless drooling imbecile. Those leathers were less than three months old at the time and they'd been custom made (on account of me being too lanky to buy anthing off the rack). They cut them off of me (for obvious and necessary reasons). I've since had another set made from the same pattern. That's some expensive shit, let me tell you.
I usually don't set off the walk through metal detectors (although I did once) but when they use the handheld one, it goes nuts when they wave it over my back. I usually have to pull up my shirt and show them the scar.
I know exactly what you're talking about with the nerve damage. My feet are still pretty numb, like they've been shot full of novicane and are just starting to come out of it. There are patches on my legs like that too. The skin on my left knee and thigh is tingley and weird (like my leg was asleep and is just getting the blood back). I can't stand to be touched there. My girlfriend always forgets and puts her hand there when we're sitting next to each other. It's okay if she doesn't move her hand but if she rubs I have to knock her hand away.
The really strange part is near the scar on my back. I have a decent amount of feeling there but it's scrambled or something. If someone touches the center of my back, it feels to me like they're touching a spot several inches away. When I got tattooed across my spine, it hurt like a mother fucker... but it hurt in the wrong place.
I didn't lose any ribs but I did bust several of them in my first spleen destroying accident. They stick out a little and I can't really lay down on that side anymore.
Anyway, please pardon the manifesto length post. I think all these miracles of modern medicine are facinating and I like to complain/brag/ramble on about my brief stint as a cripple.
