Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst. But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his unlimited patience as an example for those who would believe on him and receive eternal life. Now to the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
1 Timothy 1:15-17
I rode in to work this morning, stopping in Laurelhurst — a very posh neighborhood — to pick up 3 bottles of wine collectively worth $350 (!), a donation to the Bike Alliance Auction. The donor was so impressed that we picked it up that he threw in another $32 bottle of “dessert wine.” I don’t even know what that means. What I do know is that I rode the remaining 9 miles extremely carefully in a fever of anxiety, thinking “Don’t crash, don’t crash, don’t crash.” That wine’s worth more than the bike I rode! Imagine accidentally breaking something that valuable. All it would take is a little bump. Fortunately, I made it to the Bike Alliance with all four bottles of wine intact, and my pickup netted the Bike Alliance an extra 10% rather than putting me in the hole $350. Whew.
Physically I’m feeling OK, although my head still feels Pooh-like (“filled with stuffing”). Mornings I tend to feel worse than afternoons; I’ve sometimes taken an ibuprofen in the morning, and by lunch time I’m feeling normal. The worst part, actually, is wondering whether that little twinge indicates bleeding in my brain and should I start worrying now?? All the horror stories of “…and then a month later he had to rush to the hospital to have holes drilled in his skull!” are starting to get to me. In reality I know that the vast majority of people recover from concussions just fine, and odds of my having something go wrong are incredibly low. I’m not taking it particularly easy, but I feel fine enough that I chafe and am miserable when taking the bus on a beautiful fall day. I’m pretty sure if I ever broke anything I’d be a terrible patient.