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My Chainsaw Injury

Saturday, August 15th, 2009

My Chainsaw Injury

Originally uploaded by Allen Gathman.

I’ve owned a chainsaw of some sort for over 30 years, and today I finally managed to injure myself with one. I was cutting trees to clear them away from our power lines, and the saw kicked back and straight into my kneecap. I could feel it hit bone, which really isn’t a good feeling.

I have to say that my first thought was “Damn! There goes any chance of biking this weekend!”

I carried the chainsaw back up the hill, put it on the little table outside the utility room (I actually forgot that I’d done this until we got back from the hospital), went inside, told Robin that I’d cut myself with the chainsaw and needed a ride to the hospital, and went to the bathroom. There I took off my coveralls, used the shower to wash the wound, and took a quick shower while I was at it. Robin brought me my first aid kit from my bike pannier, and I put on Neosporin and bandaged it. Then Robin got me some clothes and drove me to the hospital.

It was surprisingly quick.

Nurse Becky cleaned the wound while we chatted about her daughter who goes to Jackson High and is trying to decide on a career:
Nurse Becky
She seemed very amused that I was taking Iphone pics to upload.

The ER doctor, Dr. Haddox, came in and had me get an X-ray; she seemed a bit sheepish about telling me I was “lucky”, but in fact I was, as there was no damage to the joint itself — just a flesh wound. She sewed it up.

Getting stitches

Now I’m home, with the leg immobilized for 2-3 days, and the stitches come out in 7-10 days. No World Naked Bike Ride for me tonight, and no 112-mile ride tomorrow. Sigh.

Hellbender Post-Mortem

Sunday, May 20th, 2007

Hellbender started about 11:30 AM, and I foolishly took off on the first climb.  I had a brief moment of glory as I led the pack to the top, and then completely lost it as the pack passed me like I was going backwards.  I then proceeded to grind along, through a series of rolling hills that never really let me get my wind back.  Finally one of the other guys who had been dropped (actually, Patrick says we should refer to this as “joining the chase group”) caught up with me, and we proceeded to take turns drafting for the next 15 miles or so.  Bert, my new riding buddy, was a bit slower on the climbs, but faster on descents and level ground, so we worked out pretty well.

When we got to the big climb at mile 20, I gained quite a bit on Bert, and after all the work (max heart rate: 186), I was unwilling to give up any ground.  So I kept riding alone for a few miles, until we got to another big descent.  All of a sudden, there was Bert, along with another chase group member he’d picked up.  The three of us worked together for the last few miles, and then I pulled ahead in a sprint at the end.  I wound up finishing well behind Don and Cody, the only others from Cape Bicycle in the race, but at 34 out of a field of 40, it was a major improvement over my Lanterne Rouge performance in the Hillsboro Roubaix.

Accordingly, I have awarded myself this trophy:

I came, I saw…

Sunday, May 6th, 2007

While most of the Cape Bicycle team was up in Washington, MO for a circuit race, Don Hinkebein and I opted for the local bike club’s monthly time trial. Two laps on a 4.5 mile course, gently rolling hills, over in Southern Illinois. There were, I think, 8 people there, including one woman who had to be at least 80. We started in succession, one minute apart. I passed four of the riders in front of me, and toward the end of the second lap I could see Don up ahead as he crested a hill. That whetted my appetite a bit, and I worked pretty hard on the last climb. Hard enough, apparently, because I beat Don by 8 seconds, to take first place.

Oh, sure, none of the other people race, but you can barely say I do, based on my results from the two official races I’ve been in. I’m absurdly stoked over this minor victory.

Of course, I’m sure that Hellbender will ensure that my swelled head doesn’t last for long.