Lost Ride – Update

Well, my cardiologist had a new theory about my memory experience which I thought I should pass along.  It seems that one of my heart valves is very constricted and is having a hard time squirting enough blood through the small opening.  This, coupled with a bit of strenuous exercise, may have robbed my brain of its fair share of blood.  When that happened, part of the brain took a nap.  Luckily, it wasn’t the part needed to get home.

I’m sending this update because my last post gave the impression that my memory loss was caused by overheating and over-exertion.  While these two are still considered the precursors of transient amnesia, it seems to be a little more complicated in my case.  I don’t want to leave the impression that my velomobile had much, if anything, to do with the outcome.

Anyway, I’ll need to get something done about my heart very soon, then a long recovery after that, so I won’t be posting anything for quite some time.  I do have another blog going about building a wooden boat and will continue to work on it. If any of you are into that sort of thing, come on over for a visit.  You can start it at the beginning here and use the arrows at the bottom of the posts to go through in chronological order.

Meanwhile, I’ll be following my fellow velonauts with great interest as they blog about their adventures and be content to live vicariously through them for a bit.  Thanks in advance for sharing!

I wish you all a very full and happy summer.

The Lost Ride

Just a few short weeks ago, we were driving our car between fishing shacks on the thick ice of Lake Winnebago.

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Now the ice is gone, the birds have returned, grass is greening, and the trees are budding with leaves.

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Spring at last!

On Saturday, the temperature was pleasant, the sun was shining, and the country roads beckoned.  The YellowMobile and I answered the call with joy.  After a change of clothes and a quick check of the bike, we were off, waving to our neighbors as we glided past, expecting a long, easy ride.

And that’s about the last thing I remember.

Kathy said that I returned about two hours later and put away the bike and my shoes, same as always, then I told her that I’d had to use the gps to find my way home because I couldn’t remember.  As I became more distraught, she helped me change clothes and took me directly to the emergency room.  I don’t remember any of this either.  I do remember the shock of not being able to tell the doctor the day of the week, or the month, or even my age.

They hooked me up to machines large and small, poked and prodded and queried.  What they found was that my ticker has a valve which is quickly approaching its expiration date, and that I experienced something called “temporary amnesia.”

No, really!

I’d never heard of it either!  But it sounds suspiciously like something you’d claim after doing something really, really stupid or shameful.  They seem to get a lot of it in the political arena – “I don’t recall”.

But the hospital doctors said that they do get a couple cases each year where people come in having lost a day or two of memory without any significant indication of trauma.  They still don’t know how my heart valve fits into the picture and whether it was a factor or not.  What they did say was, that temporary amnesia usually follows some sort of overexertion coupled with overheating.  When it’s over, it usually never happens to that person again, but they may never recover their lost hours or days.  I still don’t remember mine.

The reason I’m passing this along is because, unlike a regular bike, we velonauts can create this kind of condition in our enclosed vehicles.  In my case, it was probably brought on by warmer weather than I was accustomed to while stupidly wearing my winter biking clothes.  But, of course…

I don’t recall.

For my fellow amnesia sufferers, I do have a theory…

High in the castle towers of Disneyland, Walt has hidden a monstrous, huge machine – beaming out its insidious, undeniable call.

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Oh look, there’s Walt now

Of course, many answer willingly…

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But for those few who resist, the beam’s unceasing effects can culminate in a sudden catastrophic breakdown of our defenses.

And dotted across this great land, in cities large and small, in rural communities and farms – the eyes gloss over…

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…the jaw goes slack…

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…and one by one they shuffle off to the distant beckoning.

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It is of course, the Great Amnesiac Spring Migration.

And somehow, they all eventually end up on a strange little boat, in the dark, going nowhere but round and round to the sound of…

It’s a small world after all,

it’s a small world after all,

it’s a small world after all…

it’s a small, small world…

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Gah!  Gives me the willies just thinking about it!!  Luckily, Kathy caught me just in time.

So remember to be careful out there and dress for the weather.  And to all of my velo-buddies living beyond the borders of the good ol’ U.S. of A. – you may think that you’re safe, but just remember-

it’s a small…

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Paris

small…

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Hong Kong

small…

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Tokyo

small…

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Shanghai

world.