In 2019 I had a major accident. I was on a motorcycle expedition in Ladakh (in the Himalayas) when my brakes malfunctioned. The bike skidded, went off the road and down the hillside. I landed on a bed of rocks and a 200kg motorcycle flew in the air and landed on top of me.
When I awoke from my black out, I found the entire motorcycle covering my entire body, with the front wheel spinning inches from my face. When I was lifted up, we learned that both the bones between my left knee and ankle had snapped into two pieces. We were a six hour drive away from the closest place where our mobile phones could get any reception.
I was taken to the closest village, where some cardboard was put under my leg and it was taped up. I was then driven to Leh, airlifted to Delhi the next morning and operated on the next afternoon. A metal rod was put in my left leg. Two weeks later, we learned that my right wrist, which was in cast, had also broken, and so I underwent another surgery to put a metal plate and six screws in my right hand.
The recovery of the leg was the most painful thing I have ever been through. I’d have hours of excruciating pain every night which no painkiller could fix. I had to just cover my entire leg with ice for hours on end while involuntarily screaming in agony. A feather touch on my left foot felt like acid was being poured on it…
