You should have seen the other guy..........

...up at 4am something different......coffee.....oats......Nusa Dua is the call....should be smaller.....Petey is out with the elbow bruise and stitches.....the kids last day in Bali....so he is up and ready......off to Nusa we go......it was a bit smaller....I opted to use the smaller board.....it wasn't as much water moving....still some waves though....got a couple....then the kid got an in and out barrel, at least that is what he said....jim and john were on the reef and will confirm.......so 6 guys paddle out from the channel one says good morning I ask how many did you come out with.....he replied 13......a set comes....I paddle out....swing around late paddle once stand and the wave broke over me and whack to my head......and I know it might be bad as it was a solid hit.......I come up from the washing machine......can't see out of my right eye and have to take a big breath and go under the next one.....come up grab my board see blood on my board.....duck dive another wave and paddle for the channel as I know big jim and john should be on the way out, and can access the situation.....quickly.....still can't see out of it.....call jim over.......he's says I am going in with you.....as we walked in he said it was bad, so I know what that means....it's bad......jim tried to carry my board, I was ok, I paddled a bit too...we're 300 yards from the beach.....as we're walking in.....Baza is heading out.....he looked at me...just looked down and mumbled something.......I know it's bad now.......for some reason I can manage to stay calm.....Jim said do not look at it....I couldn't help myself...straight to the mirror....yeah it was bad.....jim comes up with the camera and sticks it in my face......we needed a car......Tim didn't want any blood in his new car...and made that clear....Lommie gave jim his keys.....to a newer car....off to the Nusa Dua clinic we go.......at the clinic...It was the doctor who put the 3 stitches in Sams head.....one look and she said go to the hospital....I can not help you here....too deep....too near the eye....back in the car and off to BIMC......Jim is a card carrying member to the international hospital....knows the owners wife.......and they got me right in.....on the saline drip.....liquid antibiotics,,,,,and something for pain while they cleaned the wound....the cleaning was the weirdest and most difficult part.....first they stick a needle right into the gash about 4 different places or so.....that hurt.....then squirting lots of water.....that felt really weird....it even tickled a bit so I was laughing at times...that made them nervous...the Aussie woman Diane gave me a few options....her job is to bleed the insurance companies or the patient for as much money as possible....I could have their doctor sew me up or I could see the plastic surgeon.......I opted for the plastic surgeon to have a look.....I ask his name....knowing the answer....as I thought....it's the same guy who put the plates in my face from the motorbike accident a year ago..and my last dealings with the indonesian hospitals....they wanted to admit me....take me up stairs.....for pain management and observation.....that didn't sound too interesting to me......so.....I said not until I see the plastic surgeon....now I know they want their little room back that I am currently laying in......I said I can wait in the hall.....5 minutes they inform me that they'll put me upstairs till the plastic surgeon sees me....at no charge....I didn't know at that time the wait would be 3 hours +......finally.....a nurse with a silver cart comes in...then Dr Riasa pops his head in....recognizes me asks about the jaw....I didn't want to tell him that he had set it wrong and I had to have it re-wired the day after he un-wired it....let that go for now......it was the task at hand....and I already know....I'll be seeing more of him in the near future...and will broach that subject soon enough.....what I need to know now is...how bad is it.....can he do it....can he do it with a local anesthesia....now....I know he is a hired gun...meaning he works in all the hospitals....and it's better to see him at his office then to see him in a hospital......and I am at the BIMC the good international hospital so that means they want me to be knocked out.....anesthesia team....medical team and to have it done in their "operating theater".......so in the room at this time, while he is examining me is the Austrailian woman Diane who is the face of the hospital so she is drooling and hoping her fear based comments and suggestions will have me scared enough to have them do the major procedure....I wouldn't be surprised if she gets a commission on the totals of the surgeries that get done under her watch....I know what her job is and what she wants....while she is talking to one of the nurses....I ask Dr. Riasa a few questions....can he do it now with the local....he nods his head.....excuses himself(to go downstairs and sew up a guys leg I only know this because when i ended up downstairs....I saw him just finishing)and leaves.....then this Diane came over gave me my options......I ask for the costs.....she says it will take a few minutes but to have it done in the "operating theater" will be significantly more, and that is the best way and blah, blah, blah....so she leaves.....like a car salesman...... or the wizard behind the yellow curtain in the "wizard of auz".......now I wouldn't mind being knocked out and stitched up.....pain meds and all the rest of it.....called big jim told him the situation.....filled him in on all the details.....his assessment was the same as mine.....have the plastic surgeon do it.....now.....with a local.....Diane came back with her prices...money up front for the operating theater option.....I said give me a few minutes to think it over and make a call.....really I wanted to her the breaking news on Aljezzera....my decision was made once I got the nod from the doctor.....and the just get it sewn up now reply from Big Jim....then she came back....and put it on me with bit more fear....I gave her my decision.....lets do it now......so another 10 minutes or so....and I was downstairs....back in my room......now Dr. Riasa might not be able to set a jaw.....but I know he is good with the plastic surgery stuff as I've heard  lots of things that he has done....it was the easiest, quickest procedure, took about 20 minutes....no pain.....they patched me up....I sent Peteya text.....he said I am in the lobbymy reply was I am in the same room....2 minutes later he was in the room....the a run to the bank with the hospital driver to get the payment done now....because Jim put his guarantee with the hospital when they checked me in...I didn't want any drama with this hospital either.....payment made......another 5 or 10 minutes we're on the bike heading to the bukit......by this time I am really hungry....Mak Jo's........and just in time for the 5 o'clock swell meeting.......my weekley commitment......haven't missed a week yet.....after that it was home to bed......sleep for 2 hours......up....movie....sleep.....up......all good.......
 

retodd's picture

hey brother

you really dont mess around do you friend...........

Anonymous's picture

I wonder if BMIC offers a punch card.

You know donate 10 liters of blood and they give you your next stitch up free? Or how about put the doctors daughter through university and we'll give you a lifetime supply of pocari and panadol. Good shit chris; the hamster ball is looking better every day.

fink's picture

god damit hoy

stop doing this shit to your self!

no more...

sasha jenson's picture

livin the dream

regardless of what they may say, chris you are gathering some

serious tales for those golden years way out ahead.  carpe diem......my friend with nine lives.

should i mention be careful?    Na....   I just hate seeing you that way.....twice now.

katherinesummer's picture

Uh.... please go to the

Uh.... please go to the hospital.  Jesus.