I get grief for not wearing a helmet and my reply is usually " I don't know if I want to survive a serious bike wreck". Stephan, even if it feels like your just going thru the motions sometimes. Don't give up brother, your journey from here... you'll probably get more mercy sex than you would ever get with the rocket. Kidding aside, The human body does an amazing job of healing itself. Then there's the saying " but for the sake of god, there go I."
When you can would you tell us how you got in the wheelchair? Members here seem sincere to me and your experience shared could benefit riders also downed and those of us still up on two wheels. Enjoy the hydro & oxy and do what the therapist tells you !
First, therapists love pain, they firmly believe "No Pain, No Gain...
I was out for a Sunday morning drive along the beach, went south to Daytona and then thought to turn right to get to I-95 north to go home. I don't remember the accident. But have been told that I was behind a brand new HD, who stopped on a green light. I must have had a brain fart and didn't see him until too late. I tried to avoid him but clipped his right rear, and then I hit a curb... my R3T went into a 180 in the air and the bike landed on me but then did another roll. My helmet, a half helmet, although strapped on, came off.
My wife was in Atlanta, the hospital called her and told her to get there quick as I might not make it.
I have my full mental facilities, and full use of my arms. I'll admit that life in a wheelchair is harder than I could have imagined. But much, much better than being dead.
I have a crushed T9/10... no feeling at all below the navel.
Yes, I'm frustrated with all the things I can't do, from climbing a ladder to repair something in my house, to standing up and hugging my wife. But again, I'm lucky to be here and happy with my life.
Would I ride again, no... I really miss riding, loved my R3T... but I would not put my wife, my family through this again... I'm sad about that, but it's a learning. There is a cost that I'm not prepared to have others pay for me.