My Brachial Plexus Injury Story

The two best words that can describe my first weeks of injury: confusion and pain. I don't know if this is just coming across the wrong people. After crossing the border with Malaysia, I went straight to the General Practitioner who sent me right away to hospital emergencies. They started their tests. One of the male nurses (or doctors, I can't remember) was asking me questions about the accident, and he mentioned I might need some micro surgery. Right away he checked for my sensitivity on the C5 and C6 sensory areas. He explained to me I had a brachial plexus injury, and that I could google it to get more details (seriously). He gave me meds and set up an appointment to see a hand specialist a few weeks later. He gave me a specific medication for the arm pain. I mentioned I did't have any pain in the arm. You will - he predicted. Then I was on my way home. Fuck yes I had pain the next day. It was like someone was stabbing me with an electrified knife all around the arm. At...

Of course, it had to be a motorcycle accident. I've been riding in places like India, Indonesia, Nepal, Sri Lanka and Thailand. I never thought I would meet my first accident in the quite roads of a Malaysian village - my frequent riding grounds. In a dedicated post I will cover how is it to crash in a village in Malaysia. For locals might be the norm, but for a foreigner the experience is a surprise, to say the least. The accident involved another motorcycle doing a sudden right turn. Full break put me in the inverted wheelie position. The crash sent me away a memorable distance, according to witnesses. Luckily I had a good jacket on me. The shoulder protection was nearly gone, a big scratch on the side of my Arai helmet. Boots, riding pants, gloves and even my smartwatch took a hit as well. "Cousin ! Cousin !" those words brought me back from a strange dream. I don't remember being able to see anything other that white light, but I do remember asking my cousin what ...