A minor medical miracle

When disaster struck, deep in the New Zealand bush, a small medical miracle allowed Viv to get out of there again.

It had started as an unconventional vacation for the British grandmother, riding a motorcycle into the desert of these antipodean islands with her husband Bob.

They had rented a pair of 225cc Yamahas, sturdy dual-purpose machines suitable for on-road and off-road travel, from a motorcycle rental company in Christchurch, the capital of New Zealand’s South Island. The plan was to explore the ancient Maori roads, the sheep herder’s trails and the forgotten routes of the gold miners inland.

Halfway through their three-month odyssey, the couple had covered more than 4,000 km of increasingly rugged terrain and were gaining confidence. Viv, in particular, was much more comfortable on slippery gravel trails and muddy mountain roads than when she had started.

She was new to motorcycle riding compared to her husband’s decades on two wheels. For much of his married life, he had worked for motorcycle magazines, covering hundreds of thousands of miles of road test machines of all makes and sizes. It was only in middle age, when the children left home, that Viv decided to try riding for herself.

And she loved it. The fresh air and the freedom, the speed and the adrenaline of the lean through the corners and the gas of your bike on the straights. Every day was an adventure and the glorious New Zealand countryside was a pleasure to explore.

But this last path was proving difficult. A gravel road that ran through a vast sheep station in the foothills of the Southern Alps was filled with ankle-deep granite gravel that made Viv’s bike twist and twist alarmingly.

Fearing that the small fuel tanks on their bikes might contain insufficient gasoline to get them back to civilization, they had filled the two spare cans in Viv’s rear bike rack for the first time that day.

The extra weight caused her bike to rock and wobble, but Viv was sure she could handle the machine once they got through this unusually deep section of gravel.

As she passed her bike through a curve, the rear wheel turned into a pile of splinters and broke again when she hit the gas. The fuel cans took over, acting like a pendulum and causing the bike to spin alarmingly and suddenly fell with a thud.

Bob saw the crash in his mirrors and returned to find Viv trapped under his bike. He lifted it so she could crawl, but crawling was all he could do: Viv’s left leg had hit a rock in the fall.

When the commotion began to wear off and Viv held her breath in the tall grass next to the farm track, her pants and jeans were removed to reveal a nasty impact wound just below the knee.

With the blood washed away and a dressing from his first aid kit on the swollen blue pimple, Bob gave his verdict: “I think you broke your pimple. I’ll have to go find a phone booth and get an ambulance to take him. to hospital “.

“No. Don’t do that,” Viv said. “I don’t want to go to the hospital. They’re going to put a cast on my leg and I won’t be able to ride anymore. Our great adventure will be over and we still have two months left …”

“I’m sure I haven’t broken anything. I think I can get back on the bike and continue after a break, but not on this terrible gravel,” she said.

It was then that Bob remembered a magnetic therapy pad that he kept in his luggage to relieve stiff shoulders and aching knees at the end of a long day of travel. This magnetic device could also relieve pain in Viv’s leg …

With the magnetic therapy pad bandaged over the bandage, Viv tried to get to her feet and then, leaning on her husband’s shoulder, limped and hobbled back onto the asphalt road a mile away. The pain, she said, was subsiding and she was sure she would be able to ride again.

Once they got the bikes back, they slowly made their way to the next town and found a place to spend the night. During the days that followed, Viv’s leg quickly recovered and she was soon back riding with enthusiasm (only now she’s a little more wary of those gravel roads).

At the end of their epic exploration of the hidden interior of New Zealand, they had covered 11,000 km and Viv’s leg was as good as new. Back in her hometown of Norfolk, England, Viv discovered that she had indeed chipped her pimple, but it had healed amazingly well without spending weeks in a cast, all thanks to a little medical miracle!

Now the couple never leaves home without their emergency magnetic therapy pads, and they also wear magnetic therapy wristbands to ease the aches and pains of the years that pass.

Shortly after their adventures with the kiwi, the couple learned that their magnetic therapy product had been tried and tested in a rigorous clinical trial in England and is now a class 1 medical device. It appears that the humble magnet, if produced from exotic materials and produces extraordinary fields, it can indeed perform miracles.