I dust off, get back on, and we start heading home. I take a shower, 2 aspirin (it's important later...), and get ready for work. I worked as a front desk clerk all through collage, at a hotel that was right near my parents house. About half way through work, my left shoulder started bugging me, so I took more aspirin. Thirty minuets before I was supposed to get off, I could hardly move it, so I called my Mom
to come pick me up. I knew there was no way that I could drive my old standard truck home. She came up, with just her purse, and in her house shoes. She was going to take me home, and then have my Dad take me to my dorm room which was on the other side of town once he got back from wherever he was. In that 30 minuets, things went from fine to bad. I got in the car, and told her that she had to take me to the ER. She wanted to run home, and grab her cell phone, and for whatever reason, I grabbed her arm, and said "No Mom, now". We drove to the closest one, and by the time we got there, I could barely move. They had to get a male nurse to lift me out of the car.
As my Mom was filling out the admit paperwork, they had me sitting in a wheelchair at the end of a row of chairs. There was a Dad with his child on his lap, who didn't feel good. From this point on, I don't remember much, so I'll put in italics what I've been told. I fainted, and he put his arm out across my chest to prevent me from falling out forward. My Mom started pounding on the plastic window trying to get someones attention. They came and got me. I woke up to them rubbing my sternum really hard as they were wheeling me back to the rooms. I was lifted onto the bed, and they began taking vitals. I didn't pass out again (yet), but all I remember is being stripped down, and realizing it, and then trying to cover my tattoo that I had recently gotten on my hip. Mom saw what I was trying to do, and just patted me and said, "We won't tell your Father". I couldn't reach it, because I had oxygen and an IV tube. They put a gown over me. I sat up, but started feeling like I was going to throw up. The went to go get me a bucket, and I was out again.
When I woke up again, I had an IV in one arm putting fluid in, one in the other arm putting blood in, and one in my ankle for them to take blood. They were asking my Mom if I had a will, and told her that she needed to get my Dad and any other relatives and possibly a priest or bishop. Because of the aspirin I had taken, I bled internally 'a bit faster'. This really did save my life, because I likely would have taken 2 more before bed (that whole 'take two aspirin and call me in the morning' thought process), where I would have died in my sleep from blood loss.
My little spill on the dirt bike almost cost me my life. I ended get up 2 units of blood transfused, with a ruptured spleen, internal bleeding, and an 8 day hospital stay.
After that I wouldn't get on the back of the dirt bike with my anyone. Not even my Dad. I couldn't even stand to hear it being started up.