May 02, 2006
Dead in the Water Now
A few weeks ago things started going downhill. I went bike riding on a Sunday and was late for the meetup -- my truck wouldn't start. It was a stressful morning, having something unexpected happen. I tried jumping it, to no avail. I still haven't gotten it running, four weeks later.
A day after the truck incident, I got the good news: I may be moving coasts before too long (some official stuff has to happen before it's dead-certain, but I'm beginning to make plans). I couldn't sleep due to excitement.
Two days later, I got sick. Coughing in the morning until I couldn't breath. A coworker got the same thing, I figured I'd do what he didn't, and took a few days off of work. Three in total, plus the weekend. Monday I went back, but was dead-tired by afternoon. That night, I began coughing up blood...
A trip to the emergency room gave me some medication: Amoxicillin 500mg. I don't recall ever taking antibiotics before, but one thing I was all-too-conscious of was the fact that E. Coli is also gram-positive, which meant that my small intestine couldn't do much for me while I was on the medicine. I'll leave it to the astute reader to consider what a joy this was, simultaneously hacking up wads of something, while squirting wads of something else.
I finally got on the mend over the weekend (last weekend of April), but I've been held back from cycle training for other reasons...
I took a motorcycle training course. I've been wanting to ride since forever, this weekend clinched it. I was rather glad...the course does cost a little money, but the instructors are super-safe, super-good, and it makes the logistical nightmare that is taking a motorcycle road test in New York a far simpler affair. Now all I have left is a wish for a motorcycle that worked...







by reid
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