Stupid Hurts

It is one to wake up, not recognize the ceiling, and then look over and see a cute girl wrapped around your arm. It is completely different to wake up, not recognize the ceiling and have a blood pressure cuff wrapped around your arm……again.

I was on my [tag]fixed[/tag] [tag]gear[/tag] chasing one of my co-workers home from work when I had another [tag]seizure[/tag] while riding and passed out. I am not sure how long I was out for or what happened really, but when I regained consciousness I was surrounded by EMT’s and firefighters…….again

The [tag]firefighters[/tag] kept my bicycle due to the fact there was no space in the [tag]ambulance[/tag] for it so I have to go pick it up at some point soon. While filling out paperwork on the side of the ride I had to explain.
“Yes, I ride with no brakes.”
“Yes, it stops.”

Actually, one of the coolest parts when I answered the phone while en-route to the hospital and it was one of the local bike messengers calling to see if I was ok because he had already heard what happened.

After three hours in the hospital I got the same thing I always get.
“You seem fine, give us money, go home.”
I didn’t pay, but I did leave.

News of what happened got back to family fairly quickly. Several of my family members want me to give up cycling until my medical issues are sorted out. Considering that it has been 8-9 months at this point with no resolution, and I value what little personal freedom I have. I didn’t take the request all that well. I am more than a little depressed right now and I have had a very long day.

After spending more than 8 hours total in the [tag]hospital[/tag] on Friday, I learned something very important. I’m not dead yet. I don’t think I was all too sure of this fact before, but having a second opinion has left me feeling all sorts warm and fuzzy. Truthfully nothing really new was accomplished, the staff asked me the same battery of questions they asked on Tuesday, but I think the best part of the entire ordeal was when my doctor’s jaw dropped when he found out how much [tag]Topomax[/tag] actually cost retail.

After that I rushed across town to keep a second appointment with a new [tag]doctor,[/tag] and to deliver some [tag]medical[/tag] paperwork. That lead to more waiting and more testing. As the doctor read over my notes he spoke about a weird sense of deja-vu he got from them. Apparently he was one of the members of the board of neurology who was presented with my case several months ago when I was first admitted to the hospital and they originally couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. I always said I was going to be [tag]famous[/tag] one day, but this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.

Leaving Cooper Green I passed these hospital beds being stored in the parking deck. I am curious to find out if they ran out of space, are they broken, or if this is just where they keep the“special” patients.
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