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by
a
neighbor
today.
It's
long,
but
take
the
time
to
read
it.
This
is
Grady
at
its
best!
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On
Friday
I
was
in
a
solo
motorcycle
accident
at
the
corner
of
Roswell
Rd
and
Piedmont.
It
was
a
shocking
event
in
my
head.
A
moment
of
pain
and
bright
light
all
at
once.
I
was
wearing
an
armored
jacket
and
full
face
mask
helmet
so
the
damage
wasn't
as
bad
as
it
might
have
been,
but
the
result
was
two
broken
ribs
and
damage
to
my
right
shoulder
so
that
I
can't
raise
my
arm.
When
I
tried
to
stand
up,
It
felt
like
I
couldn't
breathe.
What
I
am
writing
about
isn't
me
or
the
accident
at
all
really,
but
the
people
around
me
there
and
on
my
trip
to
Grady
Trauma.
The
people
who
stopped
initially
and
formed
a
cordon
around
me
with
their
bodies
and
their
cars.
A
woman
dressed
to
the
nines
driving
a
white
Mercedes
convertible
who
stopped
behind
me
blocking
me
and
my
bike
from
the
mass
of
approaching
traffic
on
a
Friday
night
at
9PM
going
into
town
on
Roswell
Rd.
She
kept
trying
to
get
someone
on
911
without
success,
but
she
also
got
out
and
told
me
more
than
once,
"I'm
not
leaving
you."
And
she
didn't;
she
stayed
standing
there
until
they
carted
me
off
on
a
stretcher
almost
an
hour
later.
And
the
two
guys
who
ran
across
the
street
filled
with
traffic
to
assist.
They
asked
after
me,
held
me
up,
got
me
water
and
picked
up
my
fallen
bike,
reassuring
me
while
I
sat
on
that
curb
trying
to
breathe
and
thinking
about
the
fuss
around
me.
I
heard
one
of
them
say
there
was
an
officer
across
the
street
and
he
got
him
to
call
in
the
wreck
and
finally
an
ambulance
was
called.
First
the
police
came,
then
a
giant
red
firetruck
pulled
up
in
the
lights,
got
their
gear
out
and
started
treating
me.
They
put
a
sling
on
my
dangling
arm,
a
collar
on
my
neck
and
did
BP
and
blood
oxygen
and
stayed
until
a
Grady
ambulance
pulled
up
and
took
over.
One
of
the
officers
said,
"Where
you
taking
him?"
Dragon
Con
was
on
down
by
Grady
but
the
EMT,
Carl,
said,
“No,
he's
going
to
Grady
Trauma
100%.”
And
so
I
did.
At
Grady,
there
was
a
whirl
of
10
doctors
around
me
as
I
was
wheeled
in
asking
me
questions,
cutting
my
T-shirt
off
and
pulling
off
my
boots,
sock,
trousers
and
boxers
and
then
checking
every
part
of
my
body
for
injuries
while
talking,
calming,
assuring,
checking.
A
bespectacled
young
woman
leaned
over
my
face
and
said,
"I'll
be
your
nurse
for
your
entire
stay.
I'm
Clara,
I'm
not
leaving."
Everyone
was
moving
quickly,
shouting
orders,
incredibly
competent
and
professional,
and
in
short
order,
I
was
X-rayed,
they
ran
an
IV
(it
took
an
ultrasound
to
find
a
vein
because
"he's
a
hard
stick").
Then
all
at
once,
I
guess
assured
I
was
going
to
survive,
they
left
all
except
for
one
and
went
next
door
where
a
woman
was
in
much
worse
shape
than
I
was.
A
doctor
with
long
hair
and
tattoos
named
Dr
Ted
leaned
over
me,
told
me
as
far
as
he
could
tell
I
was
not
in
danger,
I
had
two
broken
ribs
and
some
ligament
and
muscle
damage.
I
mentioned
my
hippie
days
and
long
hair
and
he
smiled.
A
CAT
scan
later
showed
a
bruise
on
my
right
lung
where
I
hit
the
pavement.
And
of
course
a
lot
of
road
rash.
Through
all
of
this
these
people,
these
injuries
the
doctors
and
nurses
and
aids
maintained
their
attitude,
professionalism,
and
sense
of
humor,
all
night
and
kept
checking
on
me
even
while
the
chaos
reigned
around
us
and
police
would
come
and
go
about
the
gunshot
patients.
Near
the
end
I
saw
Carl
back
in
again
with
another
load
about
4AM
.
He
smiled,
happy
to
see
me
on
my
feet
as
I
was
finally
getting
dressed
to
go
home.
I
mention
all
of
this
only
to
say
that
I
came
away
from
there
with
one
overriding
thought:
"People
are
incredible"
.
.
.
and
well,
Grady
ER
doctors
are
.
.
.
I
dunno.
I
don’t
have
a
word
for
it.
I
like
Marvel
movies
and
sure
Iron
Man
&
Spiderman
are
pretty
cool,
but
they
pale
next
to
these
Drs,
nurses,
aids
&
staff.
No
FX
needed.