Cyclingwilly
Member
Hi all, I'm a noob, but with many years of experience, I'll be 60 next January and have ridden bikes all my life. Following a big motorcycle accident in the mid 80's, I didn't have a lot of choice of what I could ride, due to the seriousness of my injuries, so, I chose the MTB, as the gearing was lower and easier for me to maintain balance and build up my endurance/stamina.
The recuperation was long and arduous, many hours spent in the saddle, building up the longer rides, faster and more often. I was enjoying myself immensely, 2008 started badly for me, another accident left me with another life limiting disability, a fall at work, damaged my back, at the time, it was seen as a muscular/ligament/nerve issue. After 2 years of rehab, my doctors and specialists decided nothing more could be done and I was more or less, left to my own devices, pain killers, arthritic drugs, anti-depressants and a few pain management courses were all I had and nothing really worked for me. I dug deep, very deep and got back to what I know, cycling. I sold items from my other hobbies and treat myself to a nice road bike and had the gearing altered, I loved it, every other day, I was out there, road bike one day, MTB two days later, as the days went by, the miles built up and eventually, I managed a 50 miler, but my success was short lived, the stress I was putting myself under, plus the problems with medication, my ex thieving from me and taking the best part of £40,000 of my compensation, savings and pension fund, I took ill, I had a seizure in front of my doctor, 20 minutes later, I was in UHND (hospital in Durham City, UK), hooked up to every device available, tests were ran, blood samples taken, you name it, I had it done to me. I was monitored all night and the next day, I had no clue as to where I was or who I was, family came and went, I knew no-one. The following night at 6pm, I had another seizure, it was all hands to the deck again, me, I was blissfully unaware of what was going on.
Eventually, I was diagnosed with very high BP and arteriosclerosis, plus, I'd suffered a bleed on the brain, possibly triggered by the huge amount of stress I was under, plus, things that had happened to me that I either can't remember or my brain had blocked out.
Neither I, my doctors, neurologist or the man on the moon know how I've survived, but I have and I put it down to my DILLIGAF sense of humour.
But, I'm still here and will be asking for some advice over the next few days.
Apart from that, hello.
The recuperation was long and arduous, many hours spent in the saddle, building up the longer rides, faster and more often. I was enjoying myself immensely, 2008 started badly for me, another accident left me with another life limiting disability, a fall at work, damaged my back, at the time, it was seen as a muscular/ligament/nerve issue. After 2 years of rehab, my doctors and specialists decided nothing more could be done and I was more or less, left to my own devices, pain killers, arthritic drugs, anti-depressants and a few pain management courses were all I had and nothing really worked for me. I dug deep, very deep and got back to what I know, cycling. I sold items from my other hobbies and treat myself to a nice road bike and had the gearing altered, I loved it, every other day, I was out there, road bike one day, MTB two days later, as the days went by, the miles built up and eventually, I managed a 50 miler, but my success was short lived, the stress I was putting myself under, plus the problems with medication, my ex thieving from me and taking the best part of £40,000 of my compensation, savings and pension fund, I took ill, I had a seizure in front of my doctor, 20 minutes later, I was in UHND (hospital in Durham City, UK), hooked up to every device available, tests were ran, blood samples taken, you name it, I had it done to me. I was monitored all night and the next day, I had no clue as to where I was or who I was, family came and went, I knew no-one. The following night at 6pm, I had another seizure, it was all hands to the deck again, me, I was blissfully unaware of what was going on.
Eventually, I was diagnosed with very high BP and arteriosclerosis, plus, I'd suffered a bleed on the brain, possibly triggered by the huge amount of stress I was under, plus, things that had happened to me that I either can't remember or my brain had blocked out.
Neither I, my doctors, neurologist or the man on the moon know how I've survived, but I have and I put it down to my DILLIGAF sense of humour.
But, I'm still here and will be asking for some advice over the next few days.
Apart from that, hello.
