…on our last episode.
The headache pain? For me, trivial. Very mild — yes, I had migraine headaches — but compared to the descriptions of other patients had, where headaches where so debilitating, they’d rate the headache pain as an 11 on a scale of 1-10.
For me, typically about 4 on the same 1-10 scale. Tolerable.
But the other stuff was different.
Scary even.
…🤕📜
I’ve had chronic migraines for decades.
I started to experience migraines initially when I was perhaps 12 or 13 years old.
They progressively, but slowly, worsened — becoming more frequent over the next 30 years.
They were occasionally severe — debilitating, even: vision and intestinal mostly.
In time, I started to become more aware of what, for me, would eventually be a predictable progression of its prodrome. The prodrome could last several days — leading to the eventual “migraine headache”.
…🤕📜
Hits a bit close to home, that.
I fell two years ago, today. To the minute.
Truly life-changing. Fortunately, I retained enough mental capacity to simply refuse to give up.
I’ve spent a bit of time over the past several days re-reading some of the earlier posts on esthermofet.com.
I’d noticed a few things.
Eh, it’s probably nothing.
Right?
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*I don’t speak very often anymore. I used to jokingly and semi-seriously quip “I have a face for radio!” After about August, 2018, I very much have a voice well-suited to blogging.
**Also, of course, over time, I’d included a few posts from other assorted blogs that my wife and I had while we continued our shared journey with RV Life and Unlocating. We had fromtherv.com and shirleyyoujest.com (don’t go to either, they’re now controlled by squatters), but I captured and imported them here. At some point, I’ll see about tagging those posts so they can be more readily separated.
A year and a half ago, I rode my bike for the first time since the fall.
I fell.
Yes, again. No, not on my head, nor from 4m above concrete.
But, I fell.
Instantly recalling the old adage from my youth, if you fall off the horse, get back on. So, I promptly picked myself back up and rode it again.
But I drew the line at the motorcycle. I most certainly didn’t have the physical coordination or psychological confidence to take the risk. I decided that I’d leave the Wee Star parked — safely garaged — and on her own wheels for however long was needed to return to riding.
Fast-forward 18 months to today:
Then thought there was something else — something more — that I needed to tend to before the weather quickly turns rather cold…
A safety-check on the Wee Star, started it up, and donned my helmet to give it another go.
Yes, U-turns were a bit shaky. I need to spend some time practicing them far more and get back to the 3.5m diameter idle U-turns. It was a rather quick spin around the neighborhood. A bit of quick-stop practice. And she still remained on her tires and quite unblemished. I’m rather happy about that.
I’m extraordinarily pleased that I had opted to garage the Wee Star until confidence had returned.
Sometimes, getting back on the horse will take some time.
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Also, I still refuse to let the Wee Star show up at a home on a trailer. She’ll be ridden there under her own power.
the rest of me 