Photo of his cracked helmet. Luckily he had no brain injury with humors still intact.
– – -WARNING – – – – This Post Contains Photos of (Clean and Mostly Wrapped) Wounds – – Still Viewer Discretion Is Advised –
A while ago my friend was involved in a motorcycle accident. He broke his leg in many different places, I am surprised he even got to keep his leg. For those who know me, I usually carry my camera with me everywhere, and the hospital trips were no exception. I decided to make a documentary out of it after the first trip to the hospital to see him. This post contains photographs of him from just after the initial surgeries until he returns home. In spite of the pain, you will see he is constantly surrounded by his friends and loved ones, and, good food. However, I wasn’t able to be with him all the time (unlike some of the other awesome people), so this is really only a fraction of what all went on.
My other choice for the title of this post is – “This is how I try to get him fat”
This is the first sight after I went in the room.
I was curious to check on his wounds immediately.
He ballooned up a bit with all the fluids.
Blood blisters and staples.
He could barely stay awake.
But we have to try and keep the fluid out of his lungs.
And then he drifted back into sleep.
This is one side of the story.
And this is the other side of the story.
Seeing he’s practically “alive and *well*”, I immediately have to mess with him.
I wonder if he ever saw that.
Nurse checking up on him.
Next visit he got moved to another floor. We had to wait in the waiting room while he’s in bath.
Another nurse checking on him.
You can tell he’s in pain.
Watching TV while the others went and fetch him some good dinner.
Tonight’s dinner, Sushi and Pad Tai.
Another trip to the hospital in the elevator.
Let’s get you a bib.
He wanted “Pho”, I did this with home made soup with my best ability, without driving 30 miles to get the correct ingredients.
Next trip to the hospital, I missed his birthday earlier that week, So I bought him a birthday present.
He actually didn’t know what it is.
Yes I bought a knife to cut up the duck in the hospital, it taste better that way. If anyone ask about the knife I was going to say we were harvesting organs.
He also got all kinds of goodies and snacks.
Checking up on some of his wounds again.
I believe this is after the skin graft.
Forcing his smile in between the pain.
This is more like how he’s feeling.
Trying to adjust his leg over and over to ease the pain as much as possible.
He was sent home. He got his new “ride”. I invited him out for dinner.
We pushed him around the boardwalk, to get him some fresh air.
The stroller eventually passed him when he’s trying to wheel himself with his still bad shoulder.
Dessert time, now he’s really faking injury.
Sat around and talking.
I visited him at his apartment.
He demanded Hot Pot, and he got it later that week.
Him and his girl friend huggeling, before I push him up the bridge to see the fireworks.
I shall continue to photograph him until the day he walks by himself, and make him a photo album, a physical one.
Photographic duties were shared between a Nikon F and a Minolta XE, both with Tri X developed in XTOL.
4 thoughts on “The Long Road Home”
This brought back memories of my motorcycle accident 11 years ago. Similar to Jacqueline I was out of it at first, only if someone had brought a camera! He may not appreciate it quite yet, but he will. When it gets tough he can look back and see how far he has come. Great documentary. Thanks for sharing, and wish Jacqui well from me 😉
His real name is jake , we worte jacqualine on there to mess with him. He actually read the post and loved it . I was thinking the same way you do , it’s for him when it gets tough he can look back . I will pass your kind words to him , thanks for stopping by !
Great photo essay, man! Several years ago I had a friend at the very same spot. Unfortunately I only had time to visit once or twice and despite having my cameras with me, I was not able to put him through the whole deal. My joke about his ruined helmet was that he had no brain to injure… Now he is up and walking fine but he never bought a new bike again.
First of all , hi there stranger ! I think the reason why I got away with photographing him is that he’s been a good friend of mine for a while , he knows I bring my camera with me almost anywhere. So if I actually didn’t take any photos he might actually thinks it’s weird .