I got no stories of past injuries. I've over 60K miles on my XB9SR with no complaints from me. Did 650 miles in one day. And I don't whine about my fan after-cooler either. 3%ers RULE! no whiners allowed!
Twice I have done this...carry a live squirming being for several months and then deliver said being through a passage WAY too small for afore mentioned delivery....
Someone contact the resident Mom(Kristi/Ulywife) she'll give me a big ol' AMEN!(no pun intended)
I never knew how tough Ulywife was until the birth of our first. It took 28 hours for Carlee to get here. The funny thing was Kristi did not want drugs. After twenty hours the hospital staff were begging her to go on the drugs. They thought it would help her to deliver. So after starting contraction at 4am on a Wednesday, Carlee join the world at 8:20am on a Thursday. Kristi never cried, never whined, and only called out a few times.
We have three now. The last took us by surprise. One of these things you learn with experience is that women's bodies become better at giving birth with practice. After 28 hours with number one, and 11 hours with number two, Ulywife decided to wait for me to get home from work to go to the hospital even though she was having contraction. She never called me to tell me this so I, like usual, worked late. I get home to see her panting on the couch with a friend and knew instantly what was going on. I put her straight into the Suburban and started the 17 mile drive to the hospital. I asked as we set off, "How far apart are the contractions?" She said, "10 minutes." As we hit the four lane north to Greenville she had another contraction. That was only 4 minutes from the house. I looked at her and said, "I thought you said 10 minutes?" Hustling a 500# motorcycle through the mountains is fun. Hustling a 5000# truck in the city with a woman in labor next to you is not. I got to the hospital and left the Suburban at the door. We went straight back into a birthing room and Kristi learning through experience said, "I want drugs!" The nurse checked her out and said, "Too late!" Again, she never whined, cried, or complained. Tough as nails.
DD, you hit the nail on the head. I couldn't have said it better myself. As for me, I let the bike do the shaking for both of us.
I prefer assless pants. It has a certain "you are a great big queen and didn't know it" quality to it.
There was nothing more troubling than seeing your wifes OBGYN up to her elbows in your wife's C-Section incision yanking on the head of your child. It didn't get any better when they then yanked the recently emptied uterus out through the same incision to "clean everything out".
I do remember saying "we do plan to use that again".
In this perfectly tough reprogramming school, will we have to be politically correct? I think that is a manly issue that should not be left out.
I want to be able to recall and recite the hundreds of Polock jokes I heard as a kid! But can I ? No, I am held back by a fear of social retribution, just for making fun at the expense of people I don't know.
I have become a wuss too! If it weren't for the long soft travel of the Uly's suspension there is no way I would have been able to ride it 730 miles home the day after breaking my ribs and spraining both ankles at Road America at last years homecoming.
A couple of hours after the incident, the ninety mile trip from the track to the pharmacy and then to the motel right after touring the Road America track with the Buell contingent, was uncomfortable but do able.
Oh, I neglected to mention, my daughter was born at 12:45 on Saturday(no meds)....Monday morning baby and I were back at work.
I will say that I couldn't do any of that again. I am afraid if I slipped up and became 'with child' now....I'd just cut my own throat. (with a dull butter knife....covered in salt...with my left hand)
Kristi has me beat with 3....Yikes, definitely a stronger woman than myself.
Here's my bonafides. Broke a molar once and not having the money for a dentist, I went out to the garage, got a screwdriver and a hammer and commenced to break off all the sharp points down below the gum line.
In 2000, I got t-boned on my dirt bike and broke both leg bones just above the ankle. I told the boys I was with that if I couldn't teach them how to ride then I'd at least teach them to die like men. One of them then reminded me that I had groaned when the EMT's pulled my riding boot off.(was he calling me a pu$$y?)
Last year got clobbered by a truck on my way to work. I new immediately that my collar bone was broken but refused ambulance service. I walked the 1/2 mile to work and called my wife. I remember thinking that maybe I'm getting soft because this hurts a little more than I thought it should. X-rays showed that not only had I broken my collar bone but my humerus was pulverized from my shoulder to about half way down. I now sport a nice titanium spike with a golf ball on the end in its place.
I let people think that I'm tough but none of it really hurt all that bad. I'd trade all this experience for just a little bit of talent.
well, let's see... Pretty sure I'm not a man. But I have had a few possibly whine-worthy things happen along the way...
As a kid, I broke my arm on a Saturday and didn't go to the doctor until the following Tuesday. We didn't really think it was broken until I mentioned that as I was taking a test at school on Monday I had to lift my arm with my other hand when I reached the end of a sentence...
This behavior was repeated when I was riding up in the Sequoias on beautiful ride with Al... As I leaned into the curve, I saw a pile of sand ahead. Having done more dirtbike riding than street lately, I looked at it and assumed "no problem." Guess I should have dog boned it, but instead continued on my line. Next thing I knew, Al was telling me about the lovely English couple that offered me a drink of water (I don't remember any of it), and asking me if I though I could ride it back to the lodge. The bike was still driveable after the lowside, so I said yes... I remember thinking that I didn't really know where I was but that I should follow Al, as I would be safe. We got back to the lodge, and my shoulder was really sore. We drove back to San Diego the next day (in the truck), and I went to work on Monday and Tuesday, packed a bunch of boxes and brought some packages to the post office. Went into the doctor's office on Wednesday, and got the xray that confirmed it was indeed broken (see imagelink {http://www.badweatherbikers.com/buell/messages/681 7/151362.jpg}
On the childbirth score... Only one, but worthy of a couple mentions... Zach wanted to be breach late in the game, so the doctor performed an external celaphic version to get him straightened out. Then a 3rd degree tear after 20 hours with a lot of throwing up for the first 14 hours of refusing pain killers... In retrospect, I probably should have had the cesearean. This was followed by many hours sitting (ouch) in the neonatal intensive care unit with Zach.
Plantar warts are evil. I had some recently cut and frozen by the doctor, and they definitely rate on the pain meter.
Oh, Al said he had a hangnail once, and he actually bit it off, without even using clippers...