from Markee
My brother Jay had been in an accident while racing on a motorcyle track, somewhere in West Virginia. He was unconscious and in critical condition in a local hospital, and they were planning on transporting him to the level one “shock trauma” hospital in Baltimore the next morning.
We drove through the night from New York City, and finally got to the hospital around 5 AM. This is when we learned the extent of his injuries. The good news was there was no head or spinal injury, and there was no skin injury because Jay was wearing his racing leathers. The bad news, though, was he had two broken shoulders (one shattered), a punctured lung, and “probably most” of his ribs were broken.
And his condition was deteriorating under the multiple trauma, so he “crashed” during the night. He stopped breathing and doctors couldn’t get his oxygen levels back up. They gave him an emergency chest tube and put him on a ventilator, which saved his life — and stabilized him enough to be driven to Shock Trauma. The family followed the ambulance in a small convoy of vehicles, in a surreal Sunday morning drive through the beautiful Virginia countryside.
Jay ended up being in Shock Trauma for two weeks. He crashed one more time when his other lung collapsed, and it didn’t look so good for a while there. But he’s a tough guy, and now we know he’s going to be alright. If my mother doesn’t kill him first for racing a motorcycle!
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