I was coming down the hill “horseshoe” and I felt very unfocused... it was as if I was in a daze. There was a deep rut and I was taking this line every race but this time was different.
I don’t remember much but when I was being shook about I couldn’t feel it at all. All I remember is lying there feeling nothing... my back felt like someone had stabbed me a million times.
I was told by friends and my dad that it was as if my bike just stopped dead but obviously the front wheel got stuck in the rut, I then flew in the air forwards and landed on my back. The pressure was that bad it made my legs bend over my head.
I lay there and couldn’t move one bit, the whole thing was such a blur because my body was in so much shock. I can’t remember being put on the board, I must have passed out. The pain started to really kick in when they were were taking me to the ambulance, I remember crying in pain the whole way.
My favourite women came to see me in the ambulance... AVRIL!! I was so scared and I said “Avril if I’m paralysed I don’t want to live” that is still as clear as day to me. The travel to the hospital wasn’t as clear as day though that gas and air is some job!
I lay in Antrim hospital begging for pain relief the only relief I gave myself was by relaxing my back. Things throughout the whole experience were blurry but when it came to the nurses etc having to turn me into my side I’ve never screamed more in all my life!
Before I knew it I was in the Royal hospital getting ready to go in for surgery and I remember this silly women coming in and breaking the news to me that I will never ever walk again. Yes someone needed to but she never broke it to me nicely she just gave me blunt news and had a face on her, I was so angry.
My hero then walked in to the room his name was Dr Darwish. I begged him to please try make me walk again and he held my hand and shook his head up and down and gave me a fist bump. To this day that is our wee thing... fist bumps.
I went to sleep with this...