Monday, March 31, 2014

MS CRASHES MY BIRTHDAY ON A YELLOW SCHWINN BIKE

My birthday is today. I am 57 years old.

On my birthday I like to reminisce about past birthdays, but I could only remember 3 of them until this morning. My 33rd birthday was wonderful. I was settling into a great job in a city I loved. My apartment was large with a great view. It was located two blocks from the Ballard Locks in Seattle, Washington. My partner hadn't been rushed to a hospital in many months. We loved walking to breakfast at a neighborhood restaurant, then over to the Locks, which connected boats from fresh water lakes to the salty waves of Puget Sound.

There was a marina there, full of sail boats ready to hit the water, and inside a government owned botanical garden park full of tress and flowers from around the world was a salmon "fish ladder" which allowed the salmon to make the return home to mate. It was just a magical, wonderfully relaxing place to sit and breathe fresh air, delicious scents of the most gorgeous flowers, and to people watch.

Life was good, so good, almost perfect for me.

My loving partner of 11 years gifted me with something I'd wanted for a long time: a yellow Schwinn 10-speed bicycle! So many terrific areas to ride in my neighborhood, heck, I could ride to work! It was an exciting time. I was 33 and feeling great.

The first place I rode the bike to was the Locks. It was a clear day, sunny, just perfect, but something was not right with me. Had I forgotten how to ride a bike?! They say you never forget. Maybe the bike was not calibrated correctly...it seemed to move...off kilter.

Just to be safe, I rode home on the large sidewalk. This was a popular area for bikers, but few would be on the sidewalk. There was another 10-speed coming my way though, but we had PLENTY of room---I rode directly into him.

"Hey!" He shouted, as he struggled to stay on the bike. He did, and glared at me as he passed by.

I stopped, almost falling myself, and was dumbfounded. I actually turned into him!

One month and 15 days later I would be diagnosed with multiple sclerosis (MS.) I never rode the bike again, or any bike again. My balance was off and I couldn't even sense it.

Yes, MS made my 33rd birthday very memorable, once I remembered it. I can see why my brain chose to forget that day.

5 comments:

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

My birthday is today. I am 57 years old.

On my birthday I like to reminisce about past birthdays, but I could only remember 3 of them until this morning. My 33rd birthday was wonderful. I was settling into a great job in a city I loved. My apartment was large with a great view. It was located two blocks from the Ballard Locks in Seattle, Washington. My partner hadn't been rushed to a hospital in many months. We loved walking to breakfast at a neighborhood restaurant, then over to the Locks, which connected boats from fresh water lakes to the salty waves of Puget Sound.

There was a marina there, full of sail boats ready to hit the water, and inside a government owned botanical garden park full of tress and flowers from around the world was a salmon "fish ladder" which allowed the salmon to make the return home to mate. It was just a magical, wonderfully relaxing place to sit and breathe fresh air, delicious scents of the most gorgeous flowers, and to people watch.

Life was good, so good, almost perfect for me.

My loving partner of 11 years gifted me with something I'd wanted for a long time: a yellow Schwinn 10-speed bicycle! So many terrific areas to ride in my neighborhood, heck, I could ride to work! It was an exciting time. I was 33 and feeling great.

The first place I rode the bike to was the Locks. It was a clear day, sunny, just perfect, but something was not right with me. Had I forgotten how to ride a bike?! They say you never forget. Maybe the bike was not calibrated correctly...it seemed to move...off kilter.

Just to be safe, I rode home on the large sidewalk. This was a popular area for bikers, but few would be on the sidewalk. There was another 10-speed coming my way though, but we had PLENTY of room---I rode directly into him.

"Hey!" He shouted, as he struggled to stay on the bike. He did, and glared at me as he passed by.

I stopped, almost falling myself, and was dumbfounded. I actually turned into him!

One month and 15 days later I would be diagnosed with multiple sclerosis (MS.) I never rode the bike again, or any bike again. My balance was off and I couldn't even sense it.

Yes, MS made my 33rd birthday very memorable, once I remembered it. I can see why my brain chose to forget that day.

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Muffie said...

My birthday is today. I am 57 years old.

On my birthday I like to reminisce about past birthdays, but I could only remember 3 of them until this morning. My 33rd birthday was wonderful. I was settling into a great job in a city I loved. My apartment was large with a great view. It was located two blocks from the Ballard Locks in Seattle, Washington. My partner hadn't been rushed to a hospital in many months. We loved walking to breakfast at a neighborhood restaurant, then over to the Locks, which connected boats from fresh water lakes to the salty waves of Puget Sound.

There was a marina there, full of sail boats ready to hit the water, and inside a government owned botanical garden park full of tress and flowers from around the world was a salmon "fish ladder" which allowed the salmon to make the return home to mate. It was just a magical, wonderfully relaxing place to sit and breathe fresh air, delicious scents of the most gorgeous flowers, and to people watch.

Life was good, so good, almost perfect for me.

My loving partner of 11 years gifted me with something I'd wanted for a long time: a yellow Schwinn 10-speed bicycle! So many terrific areas to ride in my neighborhood, heck, I could ride to work! It was an exciting time. I was 33 and feeling great.

The first place I rode the bike to was the Locks. It was a clear day, sunny, just perfect, but something was not right with me. Had I forgotten how to ride a bike?! They say you never forget. Maybe the bike was not calibrated correctly...it seemed to move...off kilter.

Just to be safe, I rode home on the large sidewalk. This was a popular area for bikers, but few would be on the sidewalk. There was another 10-speed coming my way though, but we had PLENTY of room---I rode directly into him.

"Hey!" He shouted, as he struggled to stay on the bike. He did, and glared at me as he passed by.

I stopped, almost falling myself, and was dumbfounded. I actually turned into him!

One month and 15 days later I would be diagnosed with multiple sclerosis (MS.) I never rode the bike again, or any bike again. My balance was off and I couldn't even sense it.

Yes, MS made my 33rd birthday very memorable, once I remembered it. I can see why my brain chose to forget that day.

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Doug B said...

My birthday is today. I am 57 years old.

On my birthday I like to reminisce about past birthdays, but I could only remember 3 of them until this morning. My 33rd birthday was wonderful. I was settling into a great job in a city I loved. My apartment was large with a great view. It was located two blocks from the Ballard Locks in Seattle, Washington. My partner hadn't been rushed to a hospital in many months. We loved walking to breakfast at a neighborhood restaurant, then over to the Locks, which connected boats from fresh water lakes to the salty waves of Puget Sound.

There was a marina there, full of sail boats ready to hit the water, and inside a government owned botanical garden park full of tress and flowers from around the world was a salmon "fish ladder" which allowed the salmon to make the return home to mate. It was just a magical, wonderfully relaxing place to sit and breathe fresh air, delicious scents of the most gorgeous flowers, and to people watch.

Life was good, so good, almost perfect for me.

My loving partner of 11 years gifted me with something I'd wanted for a long time: a yellow Schwinn 10-speed bicycle! So many terrific areas to ride in my neighborhood, heck, I could ride to work! It was an exciting time. I was 33 and feeling great.

The first place I rode the bike to was the Locks. It was a clear day, sunny, just perfect, but something was not right with me. Had I forgotten how to ride a bike?! They say you never forget. Maybe the bike was not calibrated correctly...it seemed to move...off kilter.

Just to be safe, I rode home on the large sidewalk. This was a popular area for bikers, but few would be on the sidewalk. There was another 10-speed coming my way though, but we had PLENTY of room---I rode directly into him.

"Hey!" He shouted, as he struggled to stay on the bike. He did, and glared at me as he passed by.

I stopped, almost falling myself, and was dumbfounded. I actually turned into him!

One month and 15 days later I would be diagnosed with multiple sclerosis (MS.) I never rode the bike again, or any bike again. My balance was off and I couldn't even sense it.

Yes, MS made my 33rd birthday very memorable, once I remembered it. I can see why my brain chose to forget that day.

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Doug Robertson said...

My birthday is today. I am 57 years old.

On my birthday I like to reminisce about past birthdays, but I could only remember 3 of them until this morning. My 33rd birthday was wonderful. I was settling into a great job in a city I loved. My apartment was large with a great view. It was located two blocks from the Ballard Locks in Seattle, Washington. My partner hadn't been rushed to a hospital in many months. We loved walking to breakfast at a neighborhood restaurant, then over to the Locks, which connected boats from fresh water lakes to the salty waves of Puget Sound.

There was a marina there, full of sail boats ready to hit the water, and inside a government owned botanical garden park full of tress and flowers from around the world was a salmon "fish ladder" which allowed the salmon to make the return home to mate. It was just a magical, wonderfully relaxing place to sit and breathe fresh air, delicious scents of the most gorgeous flowers, and to people watch.

Life was good, so good, almost perfect for me.

My loving partner of 11 years gifted me with something I'd wanted for a long time: a yellow Schwinn 10-speed bicycle! So many terrific areas to ride in my neighborhood, heck, I could ride to work! It was an exciting time. I was 33 and feeling great.

The first place I rode the bike to was the Locks. It was a clear day, sunny, just perfect, but something was not right with me. Had I forgotten how to ride a bike?! They say you never forget. Maybe the bike was not calibrated correctly...it seemed to move...off kilter.

Just to be safe, I rode home on the large sidewalk. This was a popular area for bikers, but few would be on the sidewalk. There was another 10-speed coming my way though, but we had PLENTY of room---I rode directly into him.

"Hey!" He shouted, as he struggled to stay on the bike. He did, and glared at me as he passed by.

I stopped, almost falling myself, and was dumbfounded. I actually turned into him!

One month and 15 days later I would be diagnosed with multiple sclerosis (MS.) I never rode the bike again, or any bike again. My balance was off and I couldn't even sense it.

Yes, MS made my 33rd birthday very memorable, once I remembered it. I can see why my brain chose to forget that day.

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OldLady Of The Hills said...

My birthday is today. I am 57 years old.

On my birthday I like to reminisce about past birthdays, but I could only remember 3 of them until this morning. My 33rd birthday was wonderful. I was settling into a great job in a city I loved. My apartment was large with a great view. It was located two blocks from the Ballard Locks in Seattle, Washington. My partner hadn't been rushed to a hospital in many months. We loved walking to breakfast at a neighborhood restaurant, then over to the Locks, which connected boats from fresh water lakes to the salty waves of Puget Sound.

There was a marina there, full of sail boats ready to hit the water, and inside a government owned botanical garden park full of tress and flowers from around the world was a salmon "fish ladder" which allowed the salmon to make the return home to mate. It was just a magical, wonderfully relaxing place to sit and breathe fresh air, delicious scents of the most gorgeous flowers, and to people watch.

Life was good, so good, almost perfect for me.

My loving partner of 11 years gifted me with something I'd wanted for a long time: a yellow Schwinn 10-speed bicycle! So many terrific areas to ride in my neighborhood, heck, I could ride to work! It was an exciting time. I was 33 and feeling great.

The first place I rode the bike to was the Locks. It was a clear day, sunny, just perfect, but something was not right with me. Had I forgotten how to ride a bike?! They say you never forget. Maybe the bike was not calibrated correctly...it seemed to move...off kilter.

Just to be safe, I rode home on the large sidewalk. This was a popular area for bikers, but few would be on the sidewalk. There was another 10-speed coming my way though, but we had PLENTY of room---I rode directly into him.

"Hey!" He shouted, as he struggled to stay on the bike. He did, and glared at me as he passed by.

I stopped, almost falling myself, and was dumbfounded. I actually turned into him!

One month and 15 days later I would be diagnosed with multiple sclerosis (MS.) I never rode the bike again, or any bike again. My balance was off and I couldn't even sense it.

Yes, MS made my 33rd birthday very memorable, once I remembered it. I can see why my brain chose to forget that day.

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