Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Apparently those muscles still work. It is really strange waking up in an ambulance outside of a hospital on your birthday in a strange city. I've never had a seizure before. Both my brother and father are epileptic and have been since their teens. I'm 43, and that is how I got to celebrate my birthday with my co-workers. They were awesome staying with me at the ER and getting me back to the hotel... and Diane was amazing in getting on a flight at 5:30 in the morning and coming down to help get me back home. Lets talk about depression for a sec. I am treated for it, I let it control my life for a number of years and wreck all kinds of havoc. I take meds for it. This was relayed to the hospital, who despite this information gave me a healthy dose of Ativan, which can seriously react with my other meds... and did. Lets just say it took 3+ days before I could function again. But I am back to feeling normal again, though I can't drive or consume alcohol until my neuro clears me. But I have bikes, what can go wrong? D, gets me around when she can, and I have vacation time to burn, so bike rides and work in the shop and home office and stuff and things... and naps
So If anyone comes here, at all, anymore, I have wiped it clean, starting over... It will continue to be about me, bikes, work, family, nonsensical stuff, animals (we have 5 cats and a dog) and all that jazz. Life is good. It will be fun to be back on this. Oh and it is still singlespeeds (mostly) and GPS.