Out of The Saddle

I've always considered accidents to be the exception. If there's something I want to do, that carries a slight chance of going really wrong, I'm gonna go for it. So today when Gugod said he was going for a two hour bicycle ride to the ocean, I told him to wait up a sec while I got ready to join him.

I knew if I fell it could be really bad. But I also knew that part of the (well my anyway) healing process is to get back in the saddle as soon as feasible. So today was my day.

And then it wasn't. I ended up riding about a half mile. I realized that I couldn't grip the handlebar with my left hand and that I couldn't squeeze the left brake lever enough to even slow down. So I aborted the mission.

This experience made me realize that when I get back to Seattle I might not be able to ride my motorcycle either. If I can't do the clutch, it's right out. I think I need to start doing some squeezing exercises.

In other news, I slept 10 hours last night, with just a couple painful interludes. The Ambien probably helped but it definitely wasn't trippy for me. I think the real reason I was able to sleep so long is that I can now sleep on my left side, my right side and my back. Before I couldn't really do any side. So I'm getting little better. Yay!