|My right arm looked like his, but my abs decidedly don't|
I finally got the preliminary results the next week from the nurse from the doctor's office. She told me the clot was completely gone and was going to leave it at that. "Wait, wait, wait," I said, "can I get off the blood thinner? " That's the whole damn point of this exercise. I want to be able to ride my mountain bike (and really any bike) again without a lot of concern of injury. Not that I'm looking to crash, I'm not built like Graham, and since crashing kinda sucks donkey balls and got me into this whole mess to being with, I don't want to ride with that hanging over my head. Besides, I don't want to have the thought of bleeding out on a ride hanging over the heads of any riding partners either. Of course the nurse didn't know. She was just the messenger. She'd have to find out and call me back. Which she did and guess what? I off the fucking Eliquis!!! Hell yeah! I got off the Eliquis just in time for another bomb cyclone to hit us with a spring blizzard. Maybe it's for the best as it gives me time for that to all work out of my system and for me to get back on the bike a little more not-so-seriously.
Getting off that bullshit Eliquis was great for a whole bunch of reasons. First, I can obviously ride my mountain bike. But secondly, and more importantly, it made me feel like shit. I didn't realize how drained it made me feel until I was off of it for a couple days. It didn't make me feel sleepy-tired, just physically tired. No wonder I didn't want to do anything physical while I was taking it. Maybe it is a good side effect of that drug, so you're less likely to go do something stupid (like crash a snowboard at a high rate of speed).
One last medical follow up; I got a call from the doctor a few days later. He consulted with the radiologist and a cardiologist and looked at my ultrasounds and CT scans I had earlier and based on the blood flow, which was very good, they don't think any further medical intervention is needed at this time! Fuck yeah! I was fully prepared for some sort of intervention, but this is great! No worries about recovery or injury! Now it's time to ride.
|The "Canyons" from back when I could ride (it's all relative).|
I am going to get out for another road ride today (hopefully at least on some gravel) and keep trying to chip away at this sad state of affairs that is my riding ability right now. And maybe by the time the snow is melted and the trails are dry I can ride without sucking too badly.
|Look at that rib cage. Graham isn't breaking ribs...|
I heard you all ask who the hell Graham was earlier in this post. Graham is what scientists say the human body would look like if we evolved (or were intelligently designed like for you creationists) to survive auto accidents without things like airbags and what not. Maybe if I'm going to keep doing these stupid things, I should change my body shape and become more like Graham. If he can withstand a car wreck, a bike wreck should be a piece of cake. He's definitely not sexy, but neither am I, so if I keep this up I want to be built like Graham. Or better yet, just stay on my bike and off the ground.