So I’d just gotten home from work, my fiance of 10
days was almost ready. I’d said we’d go somewhere
for a drink and a bite to eat, as well as swinging by one of my offsite warehouses. I really didn’t want to though, I just wanted to lay done after a full on day. I averaged 30 thousand steps a day at my job.
Today had been busier than usual and I was tired,
looking back I think it was my gut telling me to not go, but I knew she’d been looking forward to it, getting out of the house. So we geared up and
jumped on my Hyosung 650cc and off we went.
The warehouse was going to be the first stop. 15
minutes away, at the most, I slowed down as I approached the roundabout, a bus was going straight
through, across our path, I looked to my right,
there was nothing coming at all. Looked to my left
as I started opening up the throttle and leaning, as
we entered the roundabout, I saw the truck
approaching, and dismissed it as I went to open her
up further, I’ve got right of way, he’s not even at the
roundabout as I’ve entered.
Halfway through, a split second in time, I see the
truck bearing down on us out of the corner of my eye,
I consider dropping our weight to my right, dropping
down a few gears and really opening that throttle up, redlining the girl in an attempt to get
away. Instantly I realise, there’s no getting away from
this. I sit upright, turning my body, putting my left
arm behind me in an attempt to shield my fiance. It
all seemed to happen so fast, yet I remember
considering two courses of action, dismissing the
first, which was flight, try get us out.
The second one, was fight, so I faced that truck and
tried to protect my fiance.
I stayed conscious the whole time. I was aware, as I
flew through the air, that my helmet came off. I was
swearing at the truck driver as I saw him through the
windscreen. Tucked my chin to my chest as I landed,
the back of my head scraped the road, I came to a stop under the front bumper of a car waiting to enter the roundabout. I was so angry, I called out to Brandi, my fiance, there was no
response. So, thinking she was dead, I tried to get
up. I remember screaming in agony, searing white pain exploded throughout my body. I fell back down, not that I’d gotten far off the ground. I elbowed the road in frustration. People tried to tell me she was
okay, I knew they were lying. Then they said she’s
alive, just unconscious. I stopped calling out then.
I then started to take my jacket off. The bystanders started saying don’t move, leave it on. I snapped
“I’m taking my fucking jacket off!” I was so angry.
As I struggled to get my jacket off, a guy helped me and my phone fell out. He said, is there anyone we can call. I was like, ahh.. my emergency contact o it was on the other side of the country. So I said, just
give it here. I unlocked my phone and called my
boss. He answered.
I said. I’ve just been hit by a truck.
What? He asked.
I’ve just been hit by a fucking truck.
He asked where I was. I told him. Then I think I hung
up with my cheek accidentally. So I text him where I was, in case he didn’t hear me.
The medic got there, looked at me texting. Who does
that right? Over 24 breaks and fractures. Bleeding on
the road from a snapped leg. Bleeding internally, a
punctured lung and a heart furiously pumping blood,
trying to get it around the body, just filling up chest
cavity. Wait, can’t die yet, need to send a text to my
Just been hit by a truck while on my motorbike
Wait, can’t die yet, need to send a text to my boss.
Just been hit by a truck while on my motorbike
You’re still coming to work tomorrow right?
Kidding, he didn’t say that.
Paramedic took the phone off me. Then I told him, Mate. My chest is
burning up. There’s so much pressure.
As soon as I said that, they called for the helicopter.
I didn’t know with every heartbeat, my chest was
filling with blood. So, he attended to injuries that
were bleeding externally. Did all the other stuff.
Finally gave me pain meds. I’m like. Dude, seriously, how long is it going to take, I’m fucking dying here
(Not knowing I was) the last thing I remember, I was put in an ambulance, to take me down the road
to where the helicopter was waiting. Paramedic looked at me before shutting the door and asked.
“Have we got everything? Do you need anything?”
“Yeah, I need a fucking beer”
He did a double take.. Like. Wtf? And I was out.
So, I wake up, in this white room. So bright that I can’t
see where the walls meet each other, or meet the
ceiling. It’s bright, but it doesn’t hurt my eyes. I can’t
move, I remember everything from the accident, but
I’m feeling no pain. Hell, I can’t feel anything. I also
can’t move, I can look around, but that’s it. In the
background I can here machinery operating, it’s like
cogs, wheels, crunching and grinding. It’s weird. Then
clear as day I hear voices.
“Okay, this body is done. Grind it up and move the
I don’t remember what the response was, I just
remember trying to shout. NOOO. All I could think of
was my daughter.
I am not leaving my daughter without a father.
Was the last thing I remember saying..
I woke up in hospital 5 days later with tubes down my
throat. In my neck. In my left side. I had a metal frame around my left leg, that had rods going through
my thigh muscle, into the bone, through my shin
bone and through my heel. My right leg was wrapped
from ankle to above my knee and I could see blood
seeping. My fiance came to visit me the next day,
after the tubes down my throat were removed. Being
intubated, That is not a pleasant experience.
My fiance wasn’t as badly injured, but bad enough.
She had dislocated her left hip, she’d almost lost her
left leg at the knee. She busted the little bones in her eardrum, and compound fracture in her hand.
I had two fractured vertebrae, shattered my scapula,
torn my descending aorta, punctured my left lung,
broke 6 ribs on the left, 4 ribs on the right, dislocated my left hip, as well as snapping the head
of that femur in half, the actual ball of the hip joint, in
half. I shattered my left knee cap. I broke both bones
in my left lower leg, just below the kneecap. I’d
broken both bones in my left leg, just above the ankle, that part of my leg was sticking out, bone
had busted through my muscle and skin. I broke my
lower right leg, both bones, just below the knee, and again, just above the ankle. I also snapped
the main tendon at the front of my right foot, we
didn’t find that out until a year had passed.
Think that was all my injuries. That was 20th October
2015, the accident.
And so began the long slow road to… where I am
today. Can’t say recovery as I’m waiting on my hip replacement, my hip is bone on bone, has been for
12 months, now the head of the femur is collapsing
in at the top and is fragmenting, there’s also signs of
necrosis. I actually went back to full time work in
2017. For 8 months. I went to America for 2018,
that’s another story though, for another day.
Another story where I die, again.
I spent 3 and a half months in hospital, the first
month, maybe longer, was very tough. I couldn’t even
wipe myself. Whenever I needed to go to the bathroom, had to call nurse, then she had to call two
others. They had to roll me, and each time, the pain
was excruciating. I left hospital the week before
Christmas, in a wheelchair. I got rid of the wheelchair
in early April 2016. I decided, when I could walk from
my car (I was driving pretty much the day after I left hospital) into the grocery store, get
my basket of whatever I needed, walk back to the car,
then I didn’t need that fucking wheelchair anymore. I
left it in the back of the car for an entire week,
without using it once. Sent it back, two days before
flying to America, to rejoin my now pregnant fiance.
I’d said there was no way I was flying to America and
meeting everyone, in a damn wheelchair. I did get her
pregnant while still in a wheelchair though. Lol.
Before leaving for the state’s I had to see my heart
surgeon for a check up. While waiting for him, I saw
this guy walk out of an office, look at me, do a double
take, went back in to the office. Shortly after he came out and called me in. On entering his office,
he shook my hand and said,
“It’s really good to see you. We didn’t think you’d
I was like, oh. Okay. When the heart surgeon says
that, you know it was serious. I had shredded my
descending aorta. The largest artery in the body.
That injury alone, has a 2% survival rate. 80% of victims die at the scene, usually because the sheer trauma of impact to cause this injury, usually means the person is unconscious or in shock and unresponsive. There are no visible signs of this injury. A further 80% die on the operating table.
Told my housemate that, later that afternoon.
He says to me, “Well yeah, a doctor came out to see
me when I got to the hospital that evening. He told me you had died once on the operating table already,
they’d managed to bring you back but wanted to
know what to do if you went again. I said, umm, whatever you can? I don’t know, I’ve only known
him 2 months.”
I just stared at him. 5 months after the event, was
when I found out, not only that I’d died, that the
surgeons, experts in their field, didn’t think I’d make it. That was when the death experience I had came flooding back. I got goosebumps through my
entirebody right then. I told him what happened. He
just stared at me, beer halfway to his mouth.
“Get fucked. Are you serious?” was all he could say.
I’ve had 13 operations so far. Aside from my heart
stent, I have three screws in my left femur head, I
have two massive screws through my knee cap area,
I have two rods, one in each leg that run from knee to ankle. Two screws top and bottom of each one. Fixing them to the bone. One of the screws in my right leg, at the top has snapped apparently. I
also have a plate with six screws at the bottom of my
left leg, to try help straighten my leg a bit.
Below are a couple of pics, nothing gruesome for
those with weak stomach,
Scene of the accident, if you zoom in, on the left, two guys holding up a trap, I’m behind the tarp. You can see the truck on the right.
3d image of shattered shoulder blade, a friend once
commented it was just an x-ray of ET.
Stent, the Chinese finger trap looking thing that is
next to my spine. Repairing my shredded descending aorta.
Tv News segment, presenter got my name wrong, but
they got it right later.