July 3, 2017 When I was little, my Dad used to tell me that the fireworks for Independence Day were actually for my birthday (in the town of Littleton, they were set off on July 3rd). I always thought it was so amazing that *I* got fireworks on my birthday...not everyone could say such a … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: blow out your candles and make a wish
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: letting go is hard to do
June 3, 2017 I’ve never considered myself a high maintenance person or a materialistic person. I'm happier sitting around a campfire than I am with a fancy dinner out. I’m happier wearing jeans than I am in high heels. I’d rather you bring me a coffee how I drink it, versus a dozen roses. I … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: letting go is hard to do
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: one thousand days with a Traumatic Brain Injury
May 16, 2017 Everything changed in the blink of an eye! My life is now divided into two sections: pre-accident and post-accident Over the past one-thousand days I have read many comments, articles, and blogs by individuals with head injuries and many of them have stated they feel their head injury was actually a blessing … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: one thousand days with a Traumatic Brain Injury
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: a new year, a new reflection
December 31, 2016 It’s inevitable, as the year draws to a close, you look back and think of the good, the bad, and the ugly. My 2016 started off wonderful; it began with seeing a guy that I really liked. A guy that understood what my rattled head needed and was happy to accommodate. A … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: a new year, a new reflection
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: a harsh reality
November 29, 2016 About thirteen months ago, my work schedule changed. I began working fewer hours in an attempt to help my rattled brain heal. About thirteen months ago, the comments started. Comments such as “must be nice not working full time” or “I wish I was you”. Let me be clear here...you do NOT … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: a harsh reality
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: two-years post accident
August 19, 2016 Dear Driver, Do you realize what today is? Does this day haunt you, the way it haunts me? Do you relive it, thinking what you should have done differently? I do all the time. I think I never should have gone on that bike ride. I never should have been on that … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: two-years post accident
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.
July 3, 2016 Today is July 3rd...my birthday! I have now had two more birthdays than I was “supposed” to. According to all reports, things should have stopped on August 19, 2014. From the moment of the accident, all I heard from doctors, police officers, paramedics, lawyers, etc. was “you shouldn’t have survived this!” It … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist: it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.
Confession of a Concussed Cyclist…one year later
August 19, 2015 The image is still very vivid in my head…perhaps it always will be. It is impossible to put into words the fear you feel, knowing you’re about to be hit, and there is nothing you can do about it. Tuesday, August 19, 2014…an ambulance is called at 19:51 with the report of … Continue reading Confession of a Concussed Cyclist…one year later
Confession of a Tired, Concussed Cyclist
July 23, 2015 I met with my lawyer today...if you've ever had a settlement meeting with a lawyer, you know these can be stressful, overwhelming meetings. If you've ever met with a lawyer to discuss a settlement and you have a head injury, then you know these meetings can be stressful, overwhelming, and a form … Continue reading Confession of a Tired, Concussed Cyclist
Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist
December 11, 2014 From the time I pedaled my first kilometer, cycling has been my heaven (you don't need to know me well to know that). It has been my escape, my therapist, my joy. I've pushed myself further cycling than I ever thought possible...but then in the blink of an eye it just stopped. … Continue reading Confessions of a Concussed Cyclist