I learned a huge lesson....and it's one that I haven't even debriefed Warchild over coffee for because I'm at Lake Chelan on the second part of my vacation.
I left The Skagit Sunday morning and rode Highway 20 solo east. I ran across H Marc and a couple other riders on my trek and stopped for lunch in Winthrop. It was good and warm on the east side of the mountains and I was running with the windshield down and my Joe Rock mesh jacket.
THWAP!
I got nailed in the neck by something and it stung. Smarted as I felt to make sure the bee or whatever didn't go down my shirt. No feeling of stunned critters so I continued on for a minute thinking about how that was dumb and I need neck protection.
It kinda had that annoying sting quality and I thought I was going to be annoyed for the next two days because of this sting. I also thought about my dad telling the story of not being allergic to anything and then hit by something in his 280 Z and having a horrible reaction and flagging down a car to haul him to the hospital. Nearly died.
Then I got this little swirl of vertigo and laughed to myself that I was overreacting. 30 seconds later the vertigo is getting more pronounced and constant and I'm thinking I'm not imagining things. I should twist the throttle grip and make it to a real town because Twisp, Carlton, and Pateros are not where I want to have a medical emergency.
But, 1 minute later I'm very sure I'm not going to stay upright very much longer. So, I pull an emergency stop with rear ABS on some gravel shoulder, park the bike and get off. A car goes by and I wave my arms like a mad man not sure if I'm going to stay standing up. Some nice people in a sedan stop and I think I remember saying, "I just got stung by something and I think I'm having a reaction. I've never had one before, but I'm not sure I'm going to stay conscious."
They get out as I'm putting two hands on the bike to stay stood up and then all of a sudden I start buckling to the ground like a drunk man. The guy is apparantely and orthodonist and takes my pules as he starts CPR. I'm a basket case by this point, but really happy I have people helping me. They suggest laying in the car and I think that's a good idea.
I even stand up and walk fine, but for some reason as I got near the car the sun went out and I had this weird feeling like they were beating me up.
I wake up a little while later on the ground again and their eyes are really big and they look scared. They're on the cell phone and say an ambulance is coming.
They help me into the and the air conditiong feels good.
It feels like about 10 minutes before the ambulance shows up and I think I'm feeling better, but still very scared. I can sit up then without passing out and the ambulance crew move me to their rig. Pulse was like 50 and blood pressure was like 90 over 70 or something and I can only imagine what it was....or wasn't when I passed out.
I sit in the abulance for 20 minutes and I feel totally better. Since I never had trouble breathing they say it wasn't the bad kind of shock, but the kind I'd want to keep Benadryl around for. Feeling better they agree I don't need to go to the hospital and I let me ride. And, I'll tell you I wasn't about to ride unless I did feel good enough.
I can't believe how quick I went down (about 4 minutes or less) and how quickly I bounced back (30 minutes). Benadryls once I rode the 40 miles to Chelan helped, but I'm just truly feeling 100% again 24 hours later.
Squid move? Not sure, but you can bet I'm rethinking the open neck of my jacket even if it is hot.
Also, Cecil and ??? happened to go by just as I was done with the ambulance. They rode with me to make sure I didn't do something stupid like drive in a ditch.
One for the books fellow FJR riders. I'm a little wiser and a lucky guy.
Great WFO....even with the drama at the end. I hope 911 never has to be called on me again.
I left The Skagit Sunday morning and rode Highway 20 solo east. I ran across H Marc and a couple other riders on my trek and stopped for lunch in Winthrop. It was good and warm on the east side of the mountains and I was running with the windshield down and my Joe Rock mesh jacket.
THWAP!
I got nailed in the neck by something and it stung. Smarted as I felt to make sure the bee or whatever didn't go down my shirt. No feeling of stunned critters so I continued on for a minute thinking about how that was dumb and I need neck protection.
It kinda had that annoying sting quality and I thought I was going to be annoyed for the next two days because of this sting. I also thought about my dad telling the story of not being allergic to anything and then hit by something in his 280 Z and having a horrible reaction and flagging down a car to haul him to the hospital. Nearly died.
Then I got this little swirl of vertigo and laughed to myself that I was overreacting. 30 seconds later the vertigo is getting more pronounced and constant and I'm thinking I'm not imagining things. I should twist the throttle grip and make it to a real town because Twisp, Carlton, and Pateros are not where I want to have a medical emergency.
But, 1 minute later I'm very sure I'm not going to stay upright very much longer. So, I pull an emergency stop with rear ABS on some gravel shoulder, park the bike and get off. A car goes by and I wave my arms like a mad man not sure if I'm going to stay standing up. Some nice people in a sedan stop and I think I remember saying, "I just got stung by something and I think I'm having a reaction. I've never had one before, but I'm not sure I'm going to stay conscious."
They get out as I'm putting two hands on the bike to stay stood up and then all of a sudden I start buckling to the ground like a drunk man. The guy is apparantely and orthodonist and takes my pules as he starts CPR. I'm a basket case by this point, but really happy I have people helping me. They suggest laying in the car and I think that's a good idea.
I even stand up and walk fine, but for some reason as I got near the car the sun went out and I had this weird feeling like they were beating me up.
I wake up a little while later on the ground again and their eyes are really big and they look scared. They're on the cell phone and say an ambulance is coming.
They help me into the and the air conditiong feels good.
It feels like about 10 minutes before the ambulance shows up and I think I'm feeling better, but still very scared. I can sit up then without passing out and the ambulance crew move me to their rig. Pulse was like 50 and blood pressure was like 90 over 70 or something and I can only imagine what it was....or wasn't when I passed out.
I sit in the abulance for 20 minutes and I feel totally better. Since I never had trouble breathing they say it wasn't the bad kind of shock, but the kind I'd want to keep Benadryl around for. Feeling better they agree I don't need to go to the hospital and I let me ride. And, I'll tell you I wasn't about to ride unless I did feel good enough.
I can't believe how quick I went down (about 4 minutes or less) and how quickly I bounced back (30 minutes). Benadryls once I rode the 40 miles to Chelan helped, but I'm just truly feeling 100% again 24 hours later.
Squid move? Not sure, but you can bet I'm rethinking the open neck of my jacket even if it is hot.
Also, Cecil and ??? happened to go by just as I was done with the ambulance. They rode with me to make sure I didn't do something stupid like drive in a ditch.
One for the books fellow FJR riders. I'm a little wiser and a lucky guy.
Great WFO....even with the drama at the end. I hope 911 never has to be called on me again.