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1985 Kawasaki GPZ 750R [#10]
This was the 10th [tenth] motorcycle I owned, purchased circa 1989. This is not my bike but as close as it gets to the example I owned.
My bike was imported in to New Zealand from Queensland in Australia. It was originally owned by a Mr Colin R. Bruce, 146 Union Street, Spring Hill 4001, Brisbane.
The bike's owner's express warranty handbook provides the following details;
PRE-Delivery was at Queensland Bike World, Ipswich Rd, Marooka, date; 2/9/85.
Mechanic: M.S. Brown
The model: ZX 750 G2.
The bike had 2 more service checks at Queensland Bike World. 1. 20/9/85 at 800km/miles & 2. 18/2/86 at 4744km/miles.
Unfortunately on Friday April 27th 1990 at approximately 11.30pm I had my near-death motorcycle accident aboard it. I lost control of the bike after braking heavily at high speed for a right hand bend in the open road, fell, and slid across the road in to a farmer's paddock concrete fence post and instantly amputated my left leg at the knee. I was transferred to a local hospital fortunately within the 'golden hour'. More chance of surviving such an horrific traumatic accident. I had 12 hours of mainly exploratory surgery. My injuries were many and serious and my condition was listed as 'critical'. I had fractured my pelvis on the right side, had massive injury to my left buttock after sliding on tar seal in denim jeans. I had sustained several urological injuries, and a colostomy had been formed with my bowel.
My motorcycle was a write-off as it had chassis damage.
On the 4th day in the Intensive Care Unit I began fitting while in surgery and had developed renal failure. I was transferred to another hospital by ambo 200km east and placed on kidney dialysis. On the second evening in the Intensive Care Unit it was decided a hemipelvectomy operation be performed due to septicemia [blood poisoning] spreading from my remaining left leg stump. If the septicemia spread in to my body's vital organs I would die. So the remaining left leg stump was amputated including my hip joint and left side of my pelvis. It was a massive traumatic operation and I had my near-death experience during the operation. I could see myself from a distance [the ceiling of the surgical theater]. I also traveled through a tunnel at warp speed and met my maker on the other side. I was asked if I liked it there. I replied it was OK. I was then asked if I wanted to stay there or 'return'. I replied 'I'll return please'. I then again traveled at warp speed through a tunnel. I awoke after my operation and wondered what the F @ % & was going on.
I spent 3 weeks in the Intensive Care Unit trying to survive. My body was infused with the maximum dosage of morphine it could take as I was in so much pain. At times I was placed on a ventilator and thought I was Darth Farking Vader. I continually sweated profusely - remember the body's skin is like a car engine's radiator - so hack a piece of radiator off it and naturally the engine can't cool itself as well as if it had all the radiator. My hair began falling out. I experienced wild terrifying hallucinations. At one stage I believed one of my Intensive Care nurses was going to kill me - remember fear of dying is worse than really dying. I had little sleep, and dozed. For a long time I couldn't drink water - and believe me my thirst was greater than Jesus when he was in the desert. I couldn't eat. I was in hell. There was 2 ways out. 1. Death. 2. Life. I felt a presence of 'something' holding the rope I was at the bottom of clinging to. It was just not going to let me go. It was so strong. I began regaining strength. One day I was allowed to eat something. I chose a lettuce and Marmite sandwich. And a pottle of yogurt. Wow it was delicious!
I was transferred to Ward 4A near the nurses station. I couldn't sleep. I felt if I went to sleep at night I wouldn't wake up in the morning. I faked pain and was given 10mg of morphine in the morning around 6am. I slept for 2 hours. Upon waking I dry retched for 1/2 an hour. This regime continued until I began naturally falling asleep at night. I stopped asking for morphine. I was transferred to a room of 4 patients. I began communicating with other patients. I was placed on a 'Tilt Board' to get my body used to being upright again. One time I was assisted out of bed and in to a 'Walking Frame'. I began hopping on my one good right leg in the Walking Frame.
I was transferred to another 4 patient room where sunshine would come through the window curtains in the afternoon. I began being taken by stretcher and wheels on my back over to the Physio Swimming Pool where I was lowered in to the pool by tray on my back. I would be dipped in to the water and my body would then naturally roll off into beautiful warm water OH WOW! I would wade around in the warm water before returning to my hospital ward room and my primary nurse would make up a full 1 liter plastic jug of orange flavored cordial and I would devour it! This regime continued and it wasn't long before I began semi-swimming in the Physio Swimming Pool - remember as I was a very successful local athlete [road cycling, marathon runner/harrier, bi & triathlete] my body was used to exercise and a lot of it. But this was an entirely different sport - the sport of REHABILITATION.
See road cycling career info here: www.flickr.com/photos/35707376@N00/51988007800/in/album-7...
I was also taken across to the Otago/Southland Artificial Limb Center where I was cast and fitted with a hemipelvectomy prosthesis. However as I was so weak I found it very slow and frustrating learning to use the prosthesis. I was also issued a pair of crutches.
Read about how I put my crutches to good use here:
www.flickr.com/photos/35707376@N00/52067220563/in/album-7...
I spent a total of 101 days in hospital and hopped out with a prosthesis over my shoulder. My new life as a trauma hemipelvectomy was about to START.
The Southland Times newspaper article covering my accident:
www.flickr.com/photos/35707376@N00/52037881082/in/album-7...
At The Big Kart Track on the Sunshine Coast in Australia on my honeymoon in 2005:
www.flickr.com/photos/35707376@N00/50403299991/in/album-7...
At Australia Zoo catching up with my old mate Skippy on my honeymoon in 2005: www.flickr.com/photos/35707376@N00/50403280721/in/album-7...
Meeting Australian V8 Supercars hero & super driver Rick Kelly here in Invercargill in 2013: www.flickr.com/photos/35707376@N00/24735165364/in/album-7...
1985 Kawasaki GPZ 750R [#10]
This was the 10th [tenth] motorcycle I owned, purchased circa 1989. This is not my bike but as close as it gets to the example I owned.
My bike was imported in to New Zealand from Queensland in Australia. It was originally owned by a Mr Colin R. Bruce, 146 Union Street, Spring Hill 4001, Brisbane.
The bike's owner's express warranty handbook provides the following details;
PRE-Delivery was at Queensland Bike World, Ipswich Rd, Marooka, date; 2/9/85.
Mechanic: M.S. Brown
The model: ZX 750 G2.
The bike had 2 more service checks at Queensland Bike World. 1. 20/9/85 at 800km/miles & 2. 18/2/86 at 4744km/miles.
Unfortunately on Friday April 27th 1990 at approximately 11.30pm I had my near-death motorcycle accident aboard it. I lost control of the bike after braking heavily at high speed for a right hand bend in the open road, fell, and slid across the road in to a farmer's paddock concrete fence post and instantly amputated my left leg at the knee. I was transferred to a local hospital fortunately within the 'golden hour'. More chance of surviving such an horrific traumatic accident. I had 12 hours of mainly exploratory surgery. My injuries were many and serious and my condition was listed as 'critical'. I had fractured my pelvis on the right side, had massive injury to my left buttock after sliding on tar seal in denim jeans. I had sustained several urological injuries, and a colostomy had been formed with my bowel.
My motorcycle was a write-off as it had chassis damage.
On the 4th day in the Intensive Care Unit I began fitting while in surgery and had developed renal failure. I was transferred to another hospital by ambo 200km east and placed on kidney dialysis. On the second evening in the Intensive Care Unit it was decided a hemipelvectomy operation be performed due to septicemia [blood poisoning] spreading from my remaining left leg stump. If the septicemia spread in to my body's vital organs I would die. So the remaining left leg stump was amputated including my hip joint and left side of my pelvis. It was a massive traumatic operation and I had my near-death experience during the operation. I could see myself from a distance [the ceiling of the surgical theater]. I also traveled through a tunnel at warp speed and met my maker on the other side. I was asked if I liked it there. I replied it was OK. I was then asked if I wanted to stay there or 'return'. I replied 'I'll return please'. I then again traveled at warp speed through a tunnel. I awoke after my operation and wondered what the F @ % & was going on.
I spent 3 weeks in the Intensive Care Unit trying to survive. My body was infused with the maximum dosage of morphine it could take as I was in so much pain. At times I was placed on a ventilator and thought I was Darth Farking Vader. I continually sweated profusely - remember the body's skin is like a car engine's radiator - so hack a piece of radiator off it and naturally the engine can't cool itself as well as if it had all the radiator. My hair began falling out. I experienced wild terrifying hallucinations. At one stage I believed one of my Intensive Care nurses was going to kill me - remember fear of dying is worse than really dying. I had little sleep, and dozed. For a long time I couldn't drink water - and believe me my thirst was greater than Jesus when he was in the desert. I couldn't eat. I was in hell. There was 2 ways out. 1. Death. 2. Life. I felt a presence of 'something' holding the rope I was at the bottom of clinging to. It was just not going to let me go. It was so strong. I began regaining strength. One day I was allowed to eat something. I chose a lettuce and Marmite sandwich. And a pottle of yogurt. Wow it was delicious!
I was transferred to Ward 4A near the nurses station. I couldn't sleep. I felt if I went to sleep at night I wouldn't wake up in the morning. I faked pain and was given 10mg of morphine in the morning around 6am. I slept for 2 hours. Upon waking I dry retched for 1/2 an hour. This regime continued until I began naturally falling asleep at night. I stopped asking for morphine. I was transferred to a room of 4 patients. I began communicating with other patients. I was placed on a 'Tilt Board' to get my body used to being upright again. One time I was assisted out of bed and in to a 'Walking Frame'. I began hopping on my one good right leg in the Walking Frame.
I was transferred to another 4 patient room where sunshine would come through the window curtains in the afternoon. I began being taken by stretcher and wheels on my back over to the Physio Swimming Pool where I was lowered in to the pool by tray on my back. I would be dipped in to the water and my body would then naturally roll off into beautiful warm water OH WOW! I would wade around in the warm water before returning to my hospital ward room and my primary nurse would make up a full 1 liter plastic jug of orange flavored cordial and I would devour it! This regime continued and it wasn't long before I began semi-swimming in the Physio Swimming Pool - remember as I was a very successful local athlete [road cycling, marathon runner/harrier, bi & triathlete] my body was used to exercise and a lot of it. But this was an entirely different sport - the sport of REHABILITATION.
See road cycling career info here: www.flickr.com/photos/35707376@N00/51988007800/in/album-7...
I was also taken across to the Otago/Southland Artificial Limb Center where I was cast and fitted with a hemipelvectomy prosthesis. However as I was so weak I found it very slow and frustrating learning to use the prosthesis. I was also issued a pair of crutches.
Read about how I put my crutches to good use here:
www.flickr.com/photos/35707376@N00/52067220563/in/album-7...
I spent a total of 101 days in hospital and hopped out with a prosthesis over my shoulder. My new life as a trauma hemipelvectomy was about to START.
The Southland Times newspaper article covering my accident:
www.flickr.com/photos/35707376@N00/52037881082/in/album-7...
At The Big Kart Track on the Sunshine Coast in Australia on my honeymoon in 2005:
www.flickr.com/photos/35707376@N00/50403299991/in/album-7...
At Australia Zoo catching up with my old mate Skippy on my honeymoon in 2005: www.flickr.com/photos/35707376@N00/50403280721/in/album-7...
Meeting Australian V8 Supercars hero & super driver Rick Kelly here in Invercargill in 2013: www.flickr.com/photos/35707376@N00/24735165364/in/album-7...