Monday, September 10, 2012

This Is Spinal Tap

No I haven't forgotten all of my loyal and die hard fans that cheer at the release of a new post or the finish of a Gran Fondo. The past month has simply been a case of not being up to full potential that has kept these nimble fingers away from the keyboard.
The end of the W 101 saw a physical collapse that rivaled the stock markets of 1929 and the housing market of 2007. It wasn't as bad as this -

but it was pretty ugly. Simply put I mentally and physically imploded into a flaming ball of inflammation, pain and Oxycontin that left me in this state of total depletion and sleepiness nights of pain. I guess ramping up the training for a dirty century while dosing on antibiotics to fight Lyme disease isn't a true receipt for success - although I would call the race TC and C-Dubbs rode more successful then any of these -


Having had enough of sleepless pain filled nights with joints (and not the enjoyable Towelie type) so sore I couldn't lift an arm off the couch I made my way down to NY Presbyterian - Cornell Medical Center and checked in with the infectious medicine team. Miffed by what was coursing through my body it was time for the hail mary of diagnosis to take place - the spinal tap!
Well at the sight of these bad boys and the thought of them being embedded into my spine and sucking the very life out of my brain forced me to make a split second decision. Get out the iPod, put on some heavy rock & roll and turn up the volume, and being a Spinal Tap there was only one level to turn it up to -
Looks like the prognosis is for the extreme treatment, hooked up to an IV for 2-4 weeks and getting pumped full of 100 octane antibiotics
Stay tuned for more updates, hopefully this won't mess up Burnin' at the Bluff with the Team Seagal crew and Braveheart's (what will truly be over the top) Beer Cross.