I know a guy who cased his dirtbike, ruptured his spleen, then walked back to the campground, sat down at the fire with a bunch of other people, and started drinking beer. They didn’t even know he had been in a crash until they noticed he was bone white, sweating profusely, and they asked him WTF was going on with him. Everyone there insisted he go to the hospital. Instead, he drove 2.5 hours home and sat on his couch, where his girlfriend had the same “WTF is going on with you” reaction. She ended up forcing him to let her take him to the emergency room. They admitted him immediately because his blood pressure was critically low. After surgery the doctor said he was like half an hour away from death. He acted like he was totally fine the entire time and he was literally dying.
I know a guy who cased his dirtbike, ruptured his spleen, then walked back to the campground, sat down at the fire with a bunch of other people, and started drinking beer. They didn’t even know he had been in a crash until they noticed he was bone white, sweating profusely, and they asked him WTF was going on with him. Everyone there insisted he go to the hospital. Instead, he drove 2.5 hours home and sat on his couch, where his girlfriend had the same “WTF is going on with you” reaction. She ended up forcing him to let her take him to the emergency room. They admitted him immediately because his blood pressure was critically low. After surgery the doctor said he was like half an hour away from death. He acted like he was totally fine the entire time and he was literally dying.