Funny and Stuborn
Hey everyone, I hope you are all doing well and ready to read something that I think is pretty funny. If you have been following this journey then you know that at this point in the story I am recovering from a nasty break in my left leg and that I have struggled with addiction to pain meds and now I am drinking too much to deal with the pain and my life in general. Sounds pretty bleak I know, and I want everyone to know about how screwed up I was (and still am really) but I also want you to know about some of the funny moments along the way too. Well, this one is pretty good.
So I had been cleared by my Doc to go back to normal activity (not dirt bikes :( ) and was out of a boot and back on my feet. Things were getting better and I was healing my body and my soul slowly. It was June now and I hadn’t ridden a motorcycle in over 3 months. The doctor still didn’t want me on a dirt bike but I figured that street bikes were different, right?? I didn’t own a street bike at the moment so I needed to find one that I could afford. I hunted and hunted and I found a nice Suzuki DL1000 that wasn’t very expensive. The only problem was that it was in Minnesota. That wasn’t a problem, I had enough mileage points built up on my credit card that I could fly anywhere for free. I talked to Ruth and she agreed that I needed a break and I could fly to Minnesota and ride the bike back.
SWEET!! This was going to be a blast and I would get a mini vacation out of it too. I confirmed the purchase of the bike and I booked my ticket to the Gopher State. The trip was a couple weeks out and I just had one more little tiny thing to take care of before I left. My Doc wanted to take a couple screws out of my leg that were there to stabilize the mess during the healing process. That was scheduled for the Wednesday before the Friday I was flying out. No big deal right? Just a quick little trip to the office, a cordless drill and some pain meds and I would be on my way. Well, the consult for the procedure was on that Monday. I liked to call it a procedure because surgery sounded too big and involved. My Doc went through all the stuff and then said the words I didn’t want to hear. “And after we are all done I want you to stay off that leg for another 2 weeks to let the holes heal up then you will be ready to rock.” Huh, I thought. Ruth was in the room too and she glared at me. The Doc sensed something was amiss and I fessed up to my plan for 2 days after the surgery to fly to Minnesota, buy a motorcycle and then ride it back to Colorado. There were a lot of looks flying around that room and none of them were of admiration for my courage and desire to get back on a bike.
Hehehehehe, thanks for reading along again. I know its another mini cliffhanger but I like to keep you all on the edge of your seats. I hope you all are ok with the pace of this story and the fact that I am only writing once a week. I would really love some feedback about all of it. The writing, the number of posts the content, the pics, anything. I am trying to learn through this experience as well as help some people to know that we are all so messed up in our own special ways. Anyway, if you don’t mind, email me your thoughts at firstname.lastname@example.org
Be grateful today too. Today I am thankful for early mornings, dirtbikes and Gods grace.
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