Stupid Hurts

Mostly…..

So I entered into Wonderkat yesterday. I made reference to it a few days back . Aside from a headache I felt amazing. So in an uncharacteristic move for me I popped an Advil and got prepped to raced.
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I was first off the line and carried the pace for the first half mile or so, but was soon forced to drop back and let several people in front of me who actually knew the way we needed to go. I was one of the first three people to the two check points I made it to. Even though I entered the Sopo parking lot on a sprint and off my brakes and over shot my mark. Unfortunately between the Freedom park stop and the High Museum, I don’t what happened. I am confident I had a had a seizure, passed, out and crashed my bicycle. Several people including the checkpoint worker told me they the heard sirens when I spoke to them later on that night. Unfortunately I have no clue when I went down or how long I was out for, but I was unconscious long enough for them to get me to the hospital and get an I.V. in.

When I woke up, I took stock of my situation, I was in a strange hospital……Again. I at least had my wallet and my cell phone, but I didn’t have my glasses. Looking around I could think of several better places to be. Lots of the people on the beds where wearing blue faces masks and so were several nurses. Considering that not everyone was wearing a mask the problem must have still been endemic, but still fairly infectious. So I made sure I could still walk, got up. And then read my name on the wall chart to see where I fell in the triage rotation. When I saw it was fairly fair down I pulled the I.V. and then walked out.

Looking at myself I saw was bleeding from both legs, my shoulder, and face. The large blood stain running down the front of my jersey came from mouth where I split my lip. Placing a few phone calls I was able to track down my bicycle and my glasses. Just the matter of riding the Marta a few miles and the walking a few more miles to pick them up.

Well happy birthday to me. Looks like a few days off my bike while I rest this time.

On a side note. Wonderoot’s grand opening was amazing. I really expect big things from them.

After finding out I had been scheduled to see a gynecologist I already knew where my day was headed. Luckily we got that sorted out fairly quickly and the nurses got me to a much needed neurology specialist.
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To make a long and convoluted story short. Several hours of questions, poking, and prodding they realized odds are it is the medicine I am on thats actually been causing the moods swings, the confusion, and the depression. Most importantly the drugs may be responsible for the hallucinations, lets not forget those. I am sure the nurse I tackled hasn’t forgotten about it yet.

Anyway they decided to lower my dosage by about a quarter so hopefully we will no longer be paying 200 some odd dollars a week for meds any more since my doc cut the dosage by a quarter.
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And there is now actually a piece of paper signed by a doctor saying dont drive or work for nine more months instead of just six.