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Is a recumbent bike out of the picture? Yes it's not mountain biking, but it IS biking! Speedy
health first though...
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"Darsh" <[email protected]> wrote in message news:WqUpa.607488$F1.80856@sccrnsc04...
> (After reading this post, I felt the need to say that I don't feel as bad
as
> it might appear. My spirits are OK. I would be sick if they were anymore than that, but I am doing
> well considering. I tried to make it "happier", but everything I wrote turned semi-sour. I suppose
> it is the way I really feel, but I don't really feel that way.... if that can possibly make
sense.
> hehe - darsh)
>
> _________________________________
>
>
> Whoever it is that wants me, wants me a peice at a time, nice and slow.
>
> The operation was not a success. The Doc said he was not encouraged. He took out bad tissue, and
> kept taking out bad tissue until he could
literally
> go no further.
>
> I am cut-up, and I am beat up. I feel pain from way down deep inside. It feels like the pain is
> coming from another world. I could almost ignore
it
> somehow, but it is like the wind, or dust. It just finds it's way in with no end.
>
> My life as a mountainbiker is over. The doctor said 9 months, but in reality, the decision should
> be made to never ride a bike again. My symptoms and surgeries might end, but the problem will
> always be there, waiting to explode. A mountainbike seat in particular is a problem. The beating
> and bouncing. I can't take the pounding anymore.
>
> It would be like boxing with a broken hand, everyday for the rest of his life. It is simply not
> possible. Sometimes that same hand just gets screwed up a couple of times in a few fights, but the
> damage makes it impossible to fight again.
>
> That is me in the biking world. Sure, maybe I could get this seat or that seat, ride this way or
> that way, stand up while I ride all the time.... blah, blah, blah. None of this would be very
> smart. The smart thing to
do
> is to stay off bikes for good. I can tell within myself, and I have been told so. (My doctor is
> the ONLY doctor that even said 9 months. The
others
> (3) say never again.)
>
> So life goes on no matter how it does. I can't imagine how I feel. With the surgery pain, it is
> hard to think about the ramifications of all this. I could be back in surgery in less than a month
> if this follows it
pattern.
>
> It appears it is my turn, early I might add, to either enter the pit crew with resound interests
> and determination to improve the sport, or dig into the depths of soggy, motel livin', a bottle of
> scotch in one hand, a
writing
> pen in the other; spewing ignorance, and tripe onto a YMCA napkin.
>
> Life is not measured on a bicycle seat, but why can't I be allowed to measure myself on one?
>
> (LOL, what a whine... gotta love that measurement line.. puke!)
>
> darsh
>
> *Sorry for being dreary, but if it was not dreary, it would not be
reality.*
>
> Sometimes reality bites you in the ass! HAHHAAAA! Biking right? BAH!
Who
> the hell cares? I will do something else. BWAHAHAAAA! I can do anything
I
> frickin' want! HAHA! Biking! *snort* Who needs it!? HEHAHEHAHAHE...
>
> Sigh: n. A deep and prolonged audible inspiration or respiration of air, as when fatigued or
> grieved. The mainifestation of grief, sorrow, and the like.
>
> "Never man sighed truer breath." ~Shak
>
>
health first though...
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"Darsh" <[email protected]> wrote in message news:WqUpa.607488$F1.80856@sccrnsc04...
> (After reading this post, I felt the need to say that I don't feel as bad
as
> it might appear. My spirits are OK. I would be sick if they were anymore than that, but I am doing
> well considering. I tried to make it "happier", but everything I wrote turned semi-sour. I suppose
> it is the way I really feel, but I don't really feel that way.... if that can possibly make
sense.
> hehe - darsh)
>
> _________________________________
>
>
> Whoever it is that wants me, wants me a peice at a time, nice and slow.
>
> The operation was not a success. The Doc said he was not encouraged. He took out bad tissue, and
> kept taking out bad tissue until he could
literally
> go no further.
>
> I am cut-up, and I am beat up. I feel pain from way down deep inside. It feels like the pain is
> coming from another world. I could almost ignore
it
> somehow, but it is like the wind, or dust. It just finds it's way in with no end.
>
> My life as a mountainbiker is over. The doctor said 9 months, but in reality, the decision should
> be made to never ride a bike again. My symptoms and surgeries might end, but the problem will
> always be there, waiting to explode. A mountainbike seat in particular is a problem. The beating
> and bouncing. I can't take the pounding anymore.
>
> It would be like boxing with a broken hand, everyday for the rest of his life. It is simply not
> possible. Sometimes that same hand just gets screwed up a couple of times in a few fights, but the
> damage makes it impossible to fight again.
>
> That is me in the biking world. Sure, maybe I could get this seat or that seat, ride this way or
> that way, stand up while I ride all the time.... blah, blah, blah. None of this would be very
> smart. The smart thing to
do
> is to stay off bikes for good. I can tell within myself, and I have been told so. (My doctor is
> the ONLY doctor that even said 9 months. The
others
> (3) say never again.)
>
> So life goes on no matter how it does. I can't imagine how I feel. With the surgery pain, it is
> hard to think about the ramifications of all this. I could be back in surgery in less than a month
> if this follows it
pattern.
>
> It appears it is my turn, early I might add, to either enter the pit crew with resound interests
> and determination to improve the sport, or dig into the depths of soggy, motel livin', a bottle of
> scotch in one hand, a
writing
> pen in the other; spewing ignorance, and tripe onto a YMCA napkin.
>
> Life is not measured on a bicycle seat, but why can't I be allowed to measure myself on one?
>
> (LOL, what a whine... gotta love that measurement line.. puke!)
>
> darsh
>
> *Sorry for being dreary, but if it was not dreary, it would not be
reality.*
>
> Sometimes reality bites you in the ass! HAHHAAAA! Biking right? BAH!
Who
> the hell cares? I will do something else. BWAHAHAAAA! I can do anything
I
> frickin' want! HAHA! Biking! *snort* Who needs it!? HEHAHEHAHAHE...
>
> Sigh: n. A deep and prolonged audible inspiration or respiration of air, as when fatigued or
> grieved. The mainifestation of grief, sorrow, and the like.
>
> "Never man sighed truer breath." ~Shak
>
>