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.

I haven’t been called “Cowboy” in ages.

Sarah and I hung out yesterday for the first time since I got out the hospital in Oklahoma. She means something special since she was there the entire time I was unconscious.
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Originally we planned on going down to San Fransisco but, since she had been in the car for four hours already that morning and neither of us wanted to be trapped in a city, we chose the Sonoma Valley region instead. The drive out through the wine country up into the winding twisting valley was really nice and relaxing. We talked about her life in So-Cal and my life Al. It was kinda odd to be talking with someone whom I barely remember but feel at ease with.
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When we finally made it out to Sonoma, we walked around the small town and snapped several pictures. Unfortunately I had left the batteries to my slr at home because my Grandmother rushed us out of the house. So we were forced to swap Sarah’s camera back and forth between us. It posed an interesting challenge because her camera is a lot more picky than mine, but in the end It was a lot of fun to have.
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The highlight had to be when I got sick to my stomach and had to find a restroom and the only one we could find was the woman’s restroom on the side of city hall while I was using it. A non-profit attorney came up and introduced her self and started talking to Sarah and I. Told us all about her bed and breakfast and what she did in Sonoma. She seemed just a little too perky for someone I met in a restroom.

The rest of the pictures from Sonoma can be found Sonoma Gallery