in 2014 I fell at work and nearly died.
Im 45 now - and ffed up- but I lived.
commented that maybe sharing this would be interesting.
forgive the novel its really long
for legal reasons I must be a bit vague - no pictures - no locations etc.
HS college and post college wrestling. collegiate and Greco.
Two D1 schools - a run at the Olympic training center in colorado springs
a few trips on a plane bus or train with a big fat USA jersey
Judo from before HS and competed thru my 30’s
jujitsu recreationally - Oishi Judo and Renzo Gracie here in NYC when I felt like it.
some international competition in Greco and Judo
kept going with Judo til my late 30’s
I wanted to go into the military - spina bifida Occulta prevented that so I did sports in college instead
I sucked - but I showed up everyday and was good at cutting weight.
figure that part out on your own.
you can read my old junk under kmcnyc
pre fall numbers- for some perspective not real strong or real fast but this was at like 43 years old maybe I weighed 175.
squat mid 400’s 3x a week squat for 5 when every I wanted.
front squat 335 for 3 when ever
pulled 475 sumo for 5 while not training any kind of pulling for over a year
OverHead squat 205 x5 when ever I wanted
clean 225 when ever
multiple 7 minute mile when ever I wanted - 10 mile run when ever I wanted
box jumps - row machines - versa climber - hill sprints - or track sprints when ever
any intense cardio I wanted. usually 3x a week
Judo 2x per week til maybe 37-38 - teaching - rolling - competing.
I work in the entertainment business its like being in the trades.
the work side- the nuts and bolts physical side required to build concerts or major sporting events
Again I have to be a bit vague here.
In September 2014 I fell at work something like 13-17 ft backwards.
Insurance is saying 13 - carpenters and building are saying more like 17.
I worked a 140 plus week and fell backward in a luxury box to another luxury box in a stadium.
I got to work at 8- clocked out late late late - like 3 am the night before .
maybe it was 9. - black ice coffee - a few tylenol and an egg sandwhich
headed up to the booth- a luxury box in a stadium converted to an announcer booth for the game.
I Fell - out of the booth.
The piece of hardware- gear I was trying to retrieve- released and I fell backwards.
I scrambled to hold on - for a hand hold
and slid backwards-
FUCK FUCK FUCK
I tried to tuck in and hold myself in a ball
but I fell.
I dont know what I landed on - but it hurt as FUCK
I kept falling and bounced off what ever I landed on -
turned out to be a chest height eating bar - to stand and eat or drink while watching the game
then I bounced on some hard plastic seats and landed on the concrete floor
IT FUCKING HURT
there was a LOUD as FUCK noise- it was my pulse in my ear
Im hyperventilating- brassy taste in my mouth
I later know its adrenaline
A women in spanish - cleaning the room I fell into -
‘ay dios mio’ 'queres Agua’
im like sure Ill take agua - can you dial 911
I take a quick inventory - i can see I can hear I think
Im breathing so loud I cant tell .
I can turn my head- I see my hands moving
I can move my leg
but not my left leg
I try to stand - its not happening
FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU
I grab the seats and stand-
the poor cleaning worm in screaming in spanish- I must in some way ask her to shhh
I yell - for a co worker- and In a few minutes I see his face poke over the balcony - or box I fell out of .
He is WTF and grabs his cel phone.
I grab a chair and pull myself up - but I fall and that hurts worse
Im pretty sure I broke my leg.
I cant stand up - I have to sit in the stands and it fucking hurts like fuck
really worse then being stabbed
my left leg cant bend and cant support weight like at all.
my head is bleeding - I dont know how much and my ears are still rushing
with what I later learn is just your pulse
while the guy upstairs is yelling - hang tight- he is calling whom ever on his phone.
a gentlemen in a suit and tie walks into the suite I fell in and is like
’wtf is wrong with you’
‘im like if you dont call 911 fuck the fuck off’
he starts to pick up my tools- I had a
OHT leatherman in a pouch
a pair of Klein Diagnoal cuters 8"
a klein 3227 spud wrench and
a large srew driver in my back pockets
go google those they are all pretty big- and I am lucky none of them killed me.
none of the tools penetrated my body.
dick in the suit is like ‘why did you do this’'we are trying to clean here’
Im pretty sure I thanked him for gathering my tools and told him to kindly get the fuck away form me.
the guy upstairs has rallied the troops- but I tried to call some of my guys-
working for me
but cel service is shit.
I hit redial on my cel- it took me to my union hall
I had spoken to someone there the day before.
It rings and clearly - caller ID Is working remeber its like 8am
’que se diche how you doing?
me ‘I fucking fell at work’
guy ’ holy shit I know where you are today’
guy’ are you ok ?"
me’ im fucked - I broke my leg - call so and so and have him come to me
I tried to call - didnt work’
guy’holy fuk - Ill get him - holy shit - are you ok ?'
me ‘Im fucked - call this bro and get it going’
‘call the client too- and Im not going to be able to manage this jobsite’
withen a few minutes - I have some bros I work with and some other people
(its a big big job site) around me - and IM like call 9 1 fucking 1 fuck you.
Im surrounded by - coworkers - some of my various onsite bosses
and a TON of stadium personal
Im sure I was a model patient and told everyone I was fine.
two young like 20 year old girls medics stadium employees show up
and say they are their to administer medical treatment- but I can waive
going to a hospital.
I kindly say something along the lines of ’ we are going to the fucking hospital’
I see my Big Bosses- and everyone I have answered too in the past few weeks surrounding me.
I know Im breathing hard and sweaty and I know I broke my leg.
a bunch of Fire men show up
and start to take over- the scene
Im strapped to a gurney - full neck collar
someone grabs my bag- stuff etc.
the fireman take over thank fucking god.
and we start to roll out- they tell me to hug my arms.
we start a 1/2 hour push through the stadium
its psychedelic- the different ceilings lights
orange dim lights
we are rolling into an ambulance
I’m surrounded by fireman and Police
who all start to quiz me on questions what will be the rest of my day
‘whats your name?’
‘what day is it?’
‘who is the president?’
‘what day is it?’
‘who do you work for?’
‘how old are you?’
‘you dong look 42?’
‘what kind of drugs are you on?’
‘your heart rate is very low are you stoned?’
‘are you high - its cool we dont care’
'does your eye always look like that ’
me is it diallated?" ‘is it bleeding?’
‘yeah buddy dont worry’
'seroiously - what are you on- drinks - drugs etc?"
me ’ 4 tylenol where are we going?
pretty sure Im SHOUTING -
'you are pretty relaxed- its cool bro are you high?
Im like ’ im surrounded by professionals- going to be taken care of by more professionals’
'tell me im ok-'
all the while who is the president?
what day is it?
what is your name?
at one point they are looking at me with the side eye- and im like
’am I screaming?'
cop is like 'nah dude your good - its natural little bit of adrenaline’
we get to ER
strapped on a gurney with no mobility - its stressfull.
immediately- my clothes- shoes etc are being cut off me
they throw it all out
does this hurt?'
what is your name?
blah blah blah
IM surrounded by ten or more faces- asking me what is wrong
all the while being stripped - needles - eyes examined etc.
answering the same
blah blah blah
at some point they are turing me on my side- sticking me with a hundred needles
and a GIANT probe- like a two foot stainless dildo they are trying to stick in my ass
they are telling me they need to see about internal bleeding
and I am feeling this freezing feeling lube on my ass and anus
'dont mind the cold its just lube’
some cunt is sticking a stainless 2 foot long if an inch probe into my ass
all the while a light is in my eyes- saying Im dilated and breathing is shallow
is my heart rate always low -
is this typical of my blood pressure- like this normally?
your BP and blood pressure seems really low- and you seen too relaxed are you high?
‘no- just tell me what is broke’
‘are you high?’
‘are you drunk’
slowly they are saying Im stable- and suddenly they are all backing away
Strong hands are Rolling me on my side and strapping me back up
and putting me back in a collar
I start freaking the fuck out
’IS MY FUCKING BACK BROKEN, IS MY NECK BROKEN’
WTF ARE YOU DOING _ IS MY BACK BROKE?’
an Irish heavy heavy NYC accent is like if you lay still cunt Ill take a picture and find out
its an X-ray plate.
they strap me up and wheel my down to xray- where two techs take care of me
‘alright buddy hang tough hang tough’
‘lay still - shhhh shhhh where you from - which neighborhodd’
‘how did you do this?’
‘Jasus- how the fuck did you do that?’
they relax me- take their x-rays and cover me with blankets and push me down the hall
I start to have a mega adrenalin dump
and am shaking and pretty sure having tears
I guess at this point Ive been given with some morphine and had a shit ton of blood taken.
eventually im pushed in a hall way with like 7 million other people from ER
and eventually this nurse - WHO IS HOT AS FUCK - comes over and is like are you OK?
‘me ’ I fell but im ok’
nurse’ OMG are you the guy who fell ?‘
me’ yes im ok’
nurse’ are you hungry -babe do you want a sandwich’
really god bless her- hot as fuck professional as hell - and offering to feed my broke ass
I hope she is happy and has a good man or good woman.
‘are you cold? and she lifts my blankets’… ooooh your naked?‘
me ‘yes they cut off my clothes’
‘ok ok ok ok ’ let me take more blood’
eventually - Im have to pee.
I get someones attention from the deep deep hallway Ive been shoved in and
im like ’ i have to use the bathroom’
nurse’ lifts my sheet s and like your naked’
me ‘yes they cut my clothes off’
nurse’ is like ok but you have to get there on your own’
‘and take this cup and give a sample’
this was the first of literally 15 drug tests’
I try to get up and I cant
I relly cant walk - my head is bandaged - IM on on god knows what
but I cant move right- left leg is kind of dead.
so I drag myself = crawling to the bathroom and pee in a cup.
Ive been here a few hours- had a friend call my wife- who is on her way to me-
IM like wait - its gonna be a while- Im ok.
she is in her car with borrowed shirt and sweat pants to get me home.
eventually - Im half conscious - god bless chemistry
and this guy shows up and is like
’ bubby Im your Dr,you are alive- no broken bones- no internal bleeding - your good to go.“
me ’ I have no clothes- and again someone for the tenth time is lifting my sheets to see’
dr.” if you can walk down the hall Ill let you go.’
He hands me a cane and I get up and start walking to the bathroom
’he is like Bro- you got to pee in this cup’
he is like ’ ’ its your lucky day- go buy a lotto ticket and hug your fam’
I get prescription and my kind wife is there to drive me home
she has a t-shirt- from like a ski resort and a pair of grey old school ill fitting sweat pants
part of the deal is she has to take a pic- to give to my boy who provided the spare clothes.
she has like gatorade and a chicken cutlet sandwich - in the car and a shit ton of paper from the hospital- notes for work - billing info - prescriptions
we get home- I hobble up the stairs and with allot of help
get in bed and pass out
I wake a few hours later in mega fucking pain and am having a bit of a breakdown
turns out the scrip is for percaset- and I use it.
I have to stop typing its late and this a bit emotional to say the least.
will follow up with another post