While she attended to me, my friends went in search for help. Somehow, A person with a cell phone (possibly a time traveler) was able to call for help. Both the Coast Guard and the local hospital were alerted. It was determined that an ambulance would be faster and safer than sending for a boat to bring me into town. I was kind of rooting for the boat because it would’ve made a better story but in the long run probably worse for my neck.
The paramedics showed up, and I think my dad may have showed up at the same time. They strapped me shirtless to the backboard where I would spend the next many hours. They carried me back to the ambulance which was located near where I had parked the Toyota. In the ambulance, they injected me with the steroid to keep the swelling of my spinal cord down (I was told this later).
The last thing I remember in the ambulance was the paramedics stating that I had an erection which made me smile but at the same time slightly embarrassed because my dad was in the ambulance with me (I think).
I awoke in the ICU. I was cold. The back of my head hurt. A few square inches of skin had been supporting the weight of my over-sized head for hours. I did my best to ignore it because I knew if I tried to move I could further injure my spine. I would trade a bruise for a chance at keeping or recovering function.
They had a blanket warmer and I was as excited about that. I asked for a blanket. I felt its warmth on my shoulders and trusted the rest of the blanket was just as warm. I was then told they would wait until Tuesday morning to operate.
The end of the first day