The nurse pointed to the monitor, which showed my blood pressure readings, and explained that my numbers were high.
High, but accurate, given the week I was having. I was at the clinic to get a doctor to fill out yet another ICBC injury report, unrelated to last year’s accident.
Continue reading “The doors Tesla drivers have opened.”It’s an easy date to remember: smack in the middle of the year. I scurried away from the bike shop around 10am to get a donut from the coffee shop to celebrate. Fifteen minutes after finishing my donut, I come into the lunchroom to wash a handful of mini cucumbers and find a box of donuts, free for all, on the table.
I was encouraged to have a second donut. I’d lost interest at that point and chomped down on my mini cucumbers in front of that box of donuts with a sense of superiority about my dietary choices.
Continue reading “One year anniversary of getting KO by an old lady.”Raygun has taken over Miga (one of the mascots of the 2010 Olympics) as my favourite Olympian. It’s like the movie Hackers. Are Hackers or Raygirl good? No. Entertaining? Yes! She did the sprinkler in an Olympic competition! The kangaroo hop made it into the Olympics! The best worst move? The alligator snap!
A lot of people are pretty mad about it. I can’t believe it. Unserious things are taken too seriously, and serious things are not taken seriously enough.
Continue reading “O Cranada.”I caught the last 20 laps of the Gastown Grand Prix live on Vimeo from the comfort of my couch, incorporating ice cream into my race viewing. The race made me excited and inspired to get back in the saddle, yet I remain conflicted. The trepidation is still fresh. Also, I still need to replace my front wheel. I can’t justify the expense before I find out whether ICBC (a provincial crown corporation) covers any of it. I used to go into the bike room to look at my bikes. Now, the first thing I look at is the destroyed wheel.
Day 18.
My recovery journey is starting to sound like I was lost at sea. My dry mouth in the mornings doesn’t prove otherwise. I could pass as a victim of scurvy.
Continue reading “Avast ye!”
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