Stupid Hurts

I was talking to Sarah a few nights ago and I pointed out the fact that it has been a year since I started having seizures, and ended up in the hospital. We also came to the conclusion it has been a pretty long year and me getting sick was a catalyst for a hell of a lot things at once. Unfortunately or fortunately, I haven’t really figured out which yet, every time I tried to properly feel sorry for myself I ended up having to deal with some new issue. I keep getting told hold I am handling my issues really well. I’m not really, I just don’t talk about it too much.

I also realized last night that I have been to the Emergency room enough times in a short enough of time span to lose count. Scary no? I know I have been more than 6 times since I got to Atlanta, and more than 6 times before I left Birmingham. I don’t always blog about it, sometimes I walk out, or they happen so close together; (like on my birthday ,and the day before when I went to two different E.R’s). My real thought is if everyone knew how often I crashed, I doubt they would continue to allow me my personal privacy or freedom. It is only the last time where I near destroyed my fixed gear and got hurt that I was really forced to cut back.

Lastly I was told recently “When trouble arises and things look bad, there is always one individual who perceives a solution and is willing to take command. Usually, that individual is crazy. ” Considering I have been commended for my ability to take control of situations when things get out of control, and I have also had three separate doctors recommend therapy or a psychologist. Maybe there is a connection.

This was too good to pass up. We talked about this post race, but here is the whole story for the rest of you.

From James

So, I raced in the Broken Hearts and Bicycle Parts race last night and lost my partner(partner’s race) after a bad intersection and a wrong turn. So I decided to finish solo since I couldn’t reach him on his cell. I was about a 1/2 mile from the finish you have to climb a hill that isn’t too steep, its just fairly long. The traffic in the direction I was heading there were like three lanes. I was in the far left lane (holding my lane) when this Lexus comes up behind me and starts honking. I then began to signal that I was about to turn left and the Lexus gets impatient and tries to pass me. So I almost freaked out because they nearly hit me. So as I turn my head to watch out for the car, I threw up all over the hood and windshield. It was great. I actually was laughing and puking at the same time!! I booked the hell out of there and onto a side street. But it was really worth it. I don’t know why I puked. I think I may of just pushed myself too hard and had too many beers before the race. It was great though.

We all had a blast and some of the stories i have heard like this one made it worth while.

Dammit dammit to hell
I need a new video board for my ibook, the damn wire that leads up to the screen has finally worn out.

So I have two options, get it fixed. Or rob a gas station and get a macbook.

granted I did get two years out of the old girl but still