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.

This started off like most other nights, I was [tag]cycling[/tag] across town to run an errand, and then I woke up in an ambulance…..again.

Now here is where the details start to get a little fuzzy. Apparently while pedaling I had a [tag]seizure[/tag] and plowed into a [tag]police[/tag] car right in front of the hospital. I am not sure, because when I regained consciousness I was already strapped to a stretcher, and The first question out of my mouth was “where is my bicycle” .

After being rushed to the hospital in an ambulance, I got to hurry up and wait in triage for several hours while the [tag]hospital[/tag] staff found a place for me to be seen by a doctor. Only to get the usual diagnosis, “looks like you had a seizure.” “But you didn’t die”

So I got dressed, and here is where we get usual epic Stupid Hurts twist. After the nurse brings me my discharge papers 3 police officers step into the room to tell me that they have to serve an arrest warrant in a different county and I need to come with them now. I really didn’t have anywhere to be, and if it meant someone else would be paying for my medicine, there really wasn’t a loss here. But I read the policeman’s note pad, and it had the wrong name on it. I gave him my I.D. card.

Needless to say here I am updating my site from home.

Both of my bikes need repairs now, but hopefully I will still be able to race in a week and a half