I don't know why, but this reminds me of pain medication. A while back, I ignored glaring symptoms until almost too late and had an emergency appendectomy. I'm aggressive when it comes to dealing with injury or healing, work in a physical profession, and had multiple high profile things coming up. These considerations in my subconscious, linked with lingering sedation/pain meds from surgery, led me to conclude, in my drug addled state, that heel toe lifts, 4 hours after surgery, in a gown, one hand on the IV rack, were a winning plan. The board in my room said "movement as tolerated", but I think they meant the next day when I would appreciate the consequences of my actions. Adding to the physical insult, the next morning, in excruciating pain, I forced on jeans, a tshirt, and boots. Goddamn those boots hurt to pull on. Topped it off with a ball cap and sunglasses, and went on a search through the hospital for Red Bull. I snuck out of the ward like a slow walking joe cool. By the time I made it down and across to the cafe (no Red Bull- it's a hospital, I was on drugs), I was Ozzy Osbourne on a bad day, excruciating just to lift a foot, Ozzy shuffle and all. By the time I made it back to the ward, I was almost breaking down. Charge nurse standing there with her arms crossed- calmly noting that they'd been looking for me. And that was the only time, barring travel or bike breakdown, that I've been off a bike for over a week in years.
Last edited by Bill Lumberg; 03-16-2017 at 06:02 PM.