Entries from April 2008 ↓

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 fixed gear chasing one of my co-workers home from work when I had another seizure 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 firefighters kept my bicycle due to the fact there was no space in the ambulance 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.

Really, should the kid with the seizure disorder have front row at shows two days in a row?

While standing outside of Starbar in Little Five Points trying to figure out how to lock up my unicycle. I realized that in that more or less in the past two days I seen no less than seven smaller indie bands play, and while some of them put on some really great acts. Some of them just killed off what few brain cells I had left. The act from tonight with the motorcycle helmets and dueling drummers were jaw dropping.[newline]

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It also dawned on me, I have eaten lunch with two of the bands I have seen. Cooked and feed the homeless with members from two others bands. That I have managed to offend the members of one band, and fix the bicycles of some guys who are in a band I have never even heard of. All in all, not a band way to end my week.

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Now if i could just find that girl with the cowbell.

So since I have gotten here to Atlanta my seizures have gotten a lot worse. In both severity and frequency. Mostly is has to do with the amount of stress I have put myself under without appropriate amounts of release. Basically I have run non-stop since I have gotten here. Constant projects and commitments and what not. For someone who isn’t getting paid to do anything, I was sweating a lot of deadlines last weekend. I have just as many this week, but I have made it a point to accept a few less projects.

I still intend to attend Food not Bombs next week, The Public art bike tour on the 6th , and allegedly there is a bike race on the 12th at octane that no one seems to know about. I had to drop the hand made vendor fair and a few other things on my plate unfortunately.

So I just scheduled to return home to Birmingham to spend 2-5 days in the hospital being monitored and hooked up to machines on the 22nd. They are making me find people to stay with me the entire time I am there to push a button in case I pass out since they are taking me off my medicine, and that almost guarantees withdrawal seizures.