I trained hard on the arm bike most days for a couple of months – for a trip to Holland on Thursday, with the cycle lads ( Team WDF ) that were with me with I had my crash.
At the point where my spasms became so bad that my surgeon advised me to stop, I switched to going out on the Trike to stay in some sort of shape, plus came up with the idea of taking that to Holland so that at least I could do something there.. and not have to be pushed around by the lads ( I find my regular wheelchair really hard to push due to the awful curve in my spine )
In the last 3 weeks I’ve crapped myself 4 times… and am now for some reason that of course I don’t know about, I’ve been peeing myself constantly.
As a consequence the trip to Holland isn’t really a go’er. The lads can’t really be expected to change my pants every couple of hours…
It’ll be 3 years on Tuesday, a week today, that I fell from my bike on that lonely road. Not a day goes by that I don’t resent those surgeons for ‘ saving my life ‘and leaving me like this.