I didn't buy a printout of the CAT scan from my worst wreck. Was unemployed, had a fair amount of cash for Montana, had a bar that kicked me TONS of free drinks....

It was back before I got fixed. Was riding a MTB home from the bar (they told me that I had to be helped down the stairs to my bike before the band I was there to see even hit the stage - lesson is don't mix expired pharms w/ liquor) and unlocked my bike (amazing) then rode it. They had one bike path in the town, which ran along the railroad tracks. Pretty much no lights on it. At several intersections, they had basically an upside down 'L' made out of 4x4 lumber on one side of the track to make you stop. I'm pretty sure I flipped over one and landed on my jaw.

I don't really know, though. I was probably passed out for awhile, then got up and rode the rest of the way home. Climbed into bed, passed out, woke up the next morning wondering why my ears wouldn't pop. Turns out my jaw went through both of my ear canals and ruptured one of my ear drums. Finally figured that out in the morning when I realized that I shouldn't have a big chunk missing from the skin on my chin (3 stitches) and that what I thought was waxy build up was actually blood dripping from my ears.

The doctors thought I'd actually cracked the bottom of my skull when I first went in - they said it looked like the same thing that sometimes kills prize fighters when they get hit really hard and die.

It really sucks to wake up REALLY hung over an realize you have to go to the ER.

Okay is that 1000 words? That's worth a picture, right?

Oh, and still paying it off. The American medical system is way too hard on people w/out insurance.