Corner worker told friends that the rider appeared passed out, slumped over his bike, when he went agricultural into the grass at Turn Fourteen.
What’s up with that?
That rider, me, so here’s where I try to figure out
the thing that happpened before the thing that happened:
.
Besides more general PoorLifeChoices, that Sunday, I had missed my
brisket-over-macCheese
lunch; after I’d missed my
sausage-bagel-extra-cheese
breakfast.
As I look back on the day, I’d mostly drunk cans of Kombucha, and a couple of nut Larabars.
I’d been taking doxycycline for 4 days for an infection from a cut that I got 26 June. I’d kept it bone-dry in-between 6am Masters Swims at the outdoor pool. It just wasn’t healing.
I had to pee. After my off, that evening in X-ray at UPMC, 331 milliliters worth. (Perversely, I took a picture (below). Moderate-yellow but not shockingly so. I rule out dehydration as a cause for any passing-out.
For my 3 days at PittRace, I’d also wondered at odd intermittent tingling at the backs of my hands that sometimes felt like raindrops and occurred with & without my leathers on.
When I went off, while I don’t recall much, I do remember crossing into the grass, thinking
“Rear brake!”
Back in Maryland, Monday Tuesday I couldn’t find the Doxycycline pill bottle in all my gear.
This morning, Thursday, I awoke w left foot swollen, looked like when I got cellulitis back in Ranger School down in Georgia and they slit my ankle open with a razor after Night Land Nav.
Now, I’m back at Urgent Care quizzing the docs about Doxy, diet and exertions; to see about the elephant-swelled left cankle (foto below); waiting for blood work results.
At least their Muzak is classical and not K-Pop
scrotocycles.rip 