I'm suffering abdominal spasms. I can see my stomach ripple ... then moment later my guts ripple as well. It is eye watering.I don't think I had dairy but it's similar to that kind of discomfort.Rippling guts, inside and out, make it hard to sleep. So I'm distracting myself with a biography of Charles Manson.He was full of shit and wind, too.Yet another early morn in bloat land, population me.
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BYB got fixed but has a knock and needs a tweak. So I had to ride the exercise bike. It sucked. There's been a reorg in the shed and there was a white plastic bag with Christmas lights where one of the battery operated strands was on. I kept riding as I sorted through the bag to find which strand was operated by what pack. It took 700 metres and one and a half sessions clicking switches until I found the right one.Some of the lights had snow crystal surrounds of hard pointy plastic.
I de-rezzed it by snapping the chain again. This after having had the chain come off five times. But, after it snapped, the electric motor still worked and I zipped along at a tasty clip and thrilled at the journey. I got more shout outs from people I passed who were excited to see the BYB.And why no? It's most exciting. Hopefully the BYB will be re-rezzed and off I'll go at a tasty clip.
The BYB was fixed. I watched it happen from the back of a decaying wooden rocking horse in the carport. The chain was a link too long so the new one was shorter. The frame of the bike had to be lengthened a tad to make it nice and tight.The repair dude was dressed in typical nothing-to-imagine biking Lycra so that answered the "do they wear it when not biking?" question.
I ate an eyelashIt fell into my cereal. It was either eat it or fish it out. I don't have the dexterity to fossick for follicles so I ate it. But I swallowed it without biting so I don't know what it tastes like. Chicken hair?Killed the chain on the BYBThe chain kept slipping off and eventually snapped. I had the bike on its side for then back up multiple times in attempting to get the chain on but failed. Then the snapping happened.
I took the BYB out for a ride---wearing tracksuits pants and thus using them for actual exercise.I went along the paths I used to tread years before when I walked for exercise before shredding my hip ... from walking for exercise.I know; what a fucked thing.But there I was on paths trod before and instead of painful walking I was zipping along on the bike in comfort and blissed out on the rush of wind on my face.
We've been introducing comedy movies we love to theboy. On Sunday I showed him Anchorman.He loved it---right up to the part where Baxter the dog gets punted off the bridge. He cried for the rest of the movie. I told him Baxter was okay and returns to save the day but he was on a jag and couldn't help himself. He still found the movie hilarious---he loved Brick the most---but he'd be laughing, stop, then cry again.I have PTSD.
BYB is grouseApart from the gears not quite gripping if you stop pedaling in third the BYB is going great guns. I took theboy to school in the back cargo basket and we zoomed along. His weight makes the ride more stable. Later I took it for a ride up paths in the hills then enjoyed speeding down hills---something I have not done in a decade or more.
It was on the second shakedown cruise of the Big Yellow Bike, for I have named it thus as opposed to just describing it, that the stack happened. I tried to take a turn at an angle from a car-carved road through grass and there was a contributing divot twixt grass and pavement.
I saw in 5 am from no sleep and as I tried to drift away my pre-sleep thoughts were of events past; common when you have PTSD. As I did a quiet note of pride played for all past-Mikey both went through and did. past-Mikey is incredible; and now-Mikey struggles to understand how he endured it. He's still here; I'm still here.