30 September 2010 | 05:16 PM
So, friends, take a firm stand, feet on the ground and head high. Keep a tight grip on what you were taught, whether in personal conversation or by our letter. May Jesus himself and God our Father, who reached out in love and surprised you with gifts of unending help and confidence, put a fresh heart in you, invigorate your work, enliven your speech.
2 Thessalonians 2:15-17
First of all, thank you to all the well-wishers leaving comments on my blog and Facebook. Your concern is very touching.
Second of all, I have all sorts of exciting (for some values of exciting) news on the crash front. At the adamant urging of my parents and all my coworkers, I went to the doctor. I had felt sleepy after the crash, had a headache all yesterday, and woke up feeling dizzy and nauseous, a feeling that didn’t really go away during my commute in.
Not surprisingly, the doctor diagnosed me with a mild concussion. This is the first time I’ve had any notable injury from crashing.
She then instructed me absolutely not to ride a bike until I felt better, although I could drive “because then you’re protected being surrounded with all that metal.” The objection to biking wasn’t a concern about exertion, as far as I could tell, but because I’m “out of it” and therefore less likely to make good decisions. Great, so I’m not safe enough to ride my bike — where I’d probably only harm myself — but I’m safe enough to drive a car and potentially harm lots of other people?! Worst doctor advice ever. (I’d taken the bus there, but rode my bike against her orders from the doctor’s office to my house, 3.18 miles, without trouble.)
Apparently if I experience any other symptoms like increased dizziness, headache, or vomiting, I should immediately panic and go to the ER because that could be bleeding in my brain. Well, she didn’t say the panic part, but that was kind of implicit.
Unfortunately I am well enough to work (something I had already figured out, having successfully ridden 21 miles to work and then completed half a workday before leaving), but I also have to keep on the ibuprofen, drink lots of water and get lots of electrolytes (“padding for my brain,” which is apparently sloshing around all the time and needs extra fluids right now), and avoid smacking myself in the head again.
I should be better by Monday or sooner. The doctor said, “If you’re Superman, you could wake up tomorrow and be perfectly fine to ride.” Then she looked at me and added, “And it sounds like you might be, considering the crash and how you came out of it.” On the theory that I’m Superman, I spent the afternoon in the back yard soaking up some sun and avoiding kryptonite.
Third of all, regarding the fork, the people who built the original are going to build me a replacement. They’re also going to give me a refund on the original. So in the end I should get something like $400 cash and a new fork. Sadly, I’m not sure if I’ll ever feel totally comfortable using the beautiful new fork, after this experience. Should I just scratch the new fork idea and take the $400 and go? I’m not sure. My decision-making faculties do seem to have their wires crossed right now. I value any and all input.