Terii’s Cycling Babble

First Ride After The ‘Event’
November 20, 2014, 6:22 am
Filed under: Day Rides

The ‘Event’. That’s what I’ll call my brain hemorrhage.

Since I started taking the medication to lower my blood pressure, I’ve felt quite tired and sluggish. It’s also been difficult to move around for more than 5 minutes or so. The weakness just builds into muscle aches and exhaustion as if a .25 mile walk has become a 20 mile forced march over rough ground.

In spite of that, I decided to attempt a ride. I’d asked 3 doctors if and when it might be okay to resume cycling. Kristian told me after a few days and two others had no hesitations telling me the same. One of those doctors said that just last Monday (November 17th).

I had the car as Jens took the train. Around 10 am, I decided to get moving. As I wrestled my cycle clothes on in stages, I wished I could just ride in normal clothes. Shirts I can do, particularly in cold weather. It’s the pants that would be the problem. The right leg would be getting smeared with grease with every turn of the pedals or, the leg between shin and knee freezing where I’d push the leg up to avoid the chain ring.

I noticed something as I dressed. My cycle clothes felt looser. I stepped on the scale and discovered that I’d lost over 6 pounds in the 8 days since ‘The Event’. A couple of those is probably from the fact they didn’t let me eat or drink anything for the first 24 hours I was hospitalized to be followed by 2 days of really bad food I could only bring myself to eat a tiny bit of.

Loke clearly didn’t believe me as I dressed. It wasn’t until I picked up his harness that he bounced to his feet, eyes as wide as a kid at a toy store who’s told to get everything he wants. He hurried to me and shoved his head through the loops with the enthusiasm of old. My iPhone’s weather app said it was 3 C out (37.5 F). Thermometer out the window, said 4 C (39 F). The car’s thermometer bounced between 5 C to 5.5 C. I’d dressed with a thin layer of wool on my legs. Oddly, I couldn’t find any thermal tops. I settled for pulling on a couple of shirts over my normal cycle top.

It felt chilly as we headed to the storage space. I opened the door and slumped against the wall at the sight of the trike disassembled, sitting folded in the middle of the room. If I’d remembered that, I would have probably made an attempt to assemble the day before and then ride the next.

I sucked it up. Loke had been wound up by the harness and car ride over. No way he’d settle without getting at least a short run. Just like getting dressed, I did it stages, leaning against the wall to wait for spells of light-headedness to pass. Took me almost 40 minutes to get every thing together, including putting on cycle shoes. I think it must be some kind of new pokey record for me especially for a local ride with no extra stuff.

While I waited for the Garmin to find satellites, Loke bounced and yodeled. Once I clipped in and loosed the brake, he tried to take off like a shot. After a couple squeezes on the brake, he gave up his attempts to run, settling into a jog. What a trot though! His legs swung through a long range of motion he pulled us faster and faster. We hit 10 mph as he clipped along like a prize winning sulky horse. A new record for him. Clearly, he wasn’t feeling a bit of arthritis if he had such a range of motion to pull off those speeds at a trot. I couldn’t help the huge grin that split my face. I’d been worried about his arthritis relapsing with lack of exercise. Clearly, it was going to take more than 10 days for that to happen.

Loke’s enthusiasm meant that for the first half mile or so, I had never little to do except sit in the seat and steer. Finally, we came to the overpass across the 55. I paused nervously at the climb. It’s not a very long one and not particularly steep, but enough to require effort. I photoed the overpass to post to FB with a bad joke about wondering if my head was going to explode with the effort of the slope. Loke woofed and even pawed at me in his impatience to get moving. He pulled like crazy once I put the phone away. I took it very slow and careful.

It actually felt so much easier, making that 30 yard, 6% climb than any walk I’d done since getting out of the hospital. On the other side was the long downhill to the river that I kept Loke from running down like a maddened beast.

I relaxed into the ride after that climb, heading for the downtown area of the city. My goal was the American Food Store. Charles has always been so nice. I wanted to let him and his very nice wife know what had happened to me. Loke continued to go along with machine like commitment as we rolled along the cycle paths on the familiar route. The quarter mile ‘climb’ of 2% grade felt surprisingly easy as did the other shorter, but steeper climbs. I took it slower and easier than felt necessary. I wasn’t going to overdo it.

It was still quite a relief that I felt fine. Sitting in the trike seat, pedalling along, it was as if there was nothing wrong. No dizziness. Not the least sense of weakness. I felt just as good as the last ride before ‘The Event’.

My only problem were cold toes. I’d left the footwarmer batteries at home, thinking I wouldn’t need them. I’d been wrong. They would have been nice as my Garmin displayed an ambient temperature of 34 F (1.4 C). I trusted that more than the iPhone or even the window thermometer. It would surprise me if the reading of the one at the window isn’t skewed by internal warmth radiating off the building. The Garmin, I trust as it’s actually out in the weather right with me.

My stop at the American Food Store to chat with Charles’ wife gave my feet a chance to warm up. She asked if I should be riding my trike when I told her where I’d been of late. I assured her it felt fine. I bought a box of graham crackers to eat with peanut butter as a sweet snack while I’m still adjusting to lower blood pressure and a bottle of juice. Nothing naughtier than that. Not going to risk stalling or reversing my weight loss after this scare.

The rest of the ride went fine though most of it is up hill. Very gentle slope, but still something that required me to work even with my furry engine. It still felt no different than the last times I’ve made the ride. The recumbent position is just perfect for me right now. It puts most of my body in roughly the height as my heart, making the flow of my lower pressured blood much easier. Thanks to that, I had none of the dizziness even when I exerted myself.

Loke was still plenty perky when we returned to the storage with 5.5 miles. After walking up and down to put everything away, I felt a little woozy though. Had to sit still and relaxed in the car for about 5 minutes before making the drive home. Still the ride had showed me I can ride just fine even when walking still makes the world spin and me weak. Knowing I have my trike at least, bolstered my spirits. Just as it’s always done, my trike has proven itself to be my freedom no matter what my body throws at me.

First it was my back that led me to recumbents, opening up Sweden and distances I’d never imagined with a bike. Now dealing with the adjustment to lower blood pressure, I can still cover miles while feeling fine all because of three wheels and a mesh, reclined seat. Love my trikes and even if I turn into a fitness nut, I won’t give them up. They’re pure freedom to me in ways a bike never was even when I was young and healthy.


Close Calls In Life
November 17, 2014, 7:23 am
Filed under: Misc

Cycling is only to be a fringe matter, hovering at the edge of this post, but given that riding around on my trike is so important to me, it could have been very much impacted by what happened the past few days. I was lucky, fortunate beyond words. I’m going to be cramming this post with past favorite photos whether just for the memory of beautiful scenery, or because it was an incredible moment for some other reason, or some ruin, castle and such I particularly liked.

Loke - Age 8 Weeks & 1 Day

Loke – Age 8 Weeks & 1 Day

On Tuesday, the 12th of November, I drove Jens to the train station. It had been a gray miserable few weeks, but as we went to the station, the heavy gray cover began to break. I left the station, and the sun came streaming through.

The horizons were still tightly walled off with shades of slate and silver which worried me the sun would be gone by the time I got home, dressed, and got the the trike out of storage for a ride. So, to enjoy the precious, faint warmth of a late-in-the-year sun, I drove immediately to the grave mounds at Gamla Uppsala. Wide open space where sunlight would pour down, unhindered by trees. The perfect place to enjoy what has been a rarity of late.

Hammarskog's Manor House

First time riding to Hammarskog Manor – 2009

Loke was full of energy, bounding around at the end of his tether as I strolled along the path looping around the mounds. It was a bit on the cool side and looked to be turning into a gorgeous day. Large patches of blue appearing between the clouds I grinned at the idea that just maybe it would still a little sunny when I actually did go for a ride after lunch.

We finished the walk and I went home for a bit of fruit and a glass of milk for my midday meal. Something light that would be quickly digested to leave me riding relatively unhindered. I sat back on the couch to try writing some while I waited for the food to settle.

Uppsala Church/Cathedral

Old Mill & Uppsala Cathedral – 2009

Scenic View

Just a Beautiful Day in October 2009

After about 20 minutes, I became annoyed at having the worst problem typing. Then I realized it wasn’t just typo mistakes. My right hand was acting strange. It got worse until it simply quit responding and had very little sensation in it. Then it was my entire right side. I felt a little dizzy and disoriented. I tried to stand and caught myself on the coffee table with my left arm before actually falling. I limped to the mirror where I forced a smile, being sure I had an symmetrical smile response.

That calmed me… a little. Then it was a phone call to my wonderful father-in-law for a ride to the hospital. In hindsight, I probably should have called an ambulance, but I was a bit disoriented. In spite of having very little strength or control on my right side, I collected keys, wallet and phone before sitting on the couch.

I’d like to think Loke knew something was wrong and was concerned. It simply might have been that he had heard me talking to ‘grandpa’, recognized that I’d picked up things to leave the apartment and wanted to be sure I didn’t forget him. The idea that 50 lbs of husky was sitting on my lap in an attempt to be another set of keys or a phone had me laughing. In spite of it all, I honestly laughed. I also hugged him. I didn’t care why he was in my lap, it was enough that he still made me laugh through worry and outright fear.

Loke Hunting Beavers? - February 2010

Loke Hunting Beavers? – February 2010

Loke Snow Diving!

Loke Snow Diving! March 2010

Åke arrived in about 5 minutes, calling to let me know he was outside. I stumbled out the door. Actually, I was starting to regain some measure of strength and coordination by that point, but I was determined to get checked.

Once in the car, I called Jens to let him know what was happening. He offered to come right back. He was waiting for another train in Stockholm to continue the trip to the southern part of Sweden for business. I told him we could wait until I found out of it was something to worry about. I didn’t want to interrupt his work for what might be just some weird kind of migraine.

Oh, and the weather was gorgeous. Clear skies with not a cloud to be seen. Would have been perfect for a longer ride.

Orkesta Kyrka

Orkesta Kyrka where I found…

What the...?

..my brother’s grave stone?

I told Åke he didn’t have to wait with me. I asked if instead he would mind taking a short walk with Loke around 4 pm if I was still at the hospital. ‘Of course!’ he said.

Steninge Slott

Steninge Slott & Trice Q – May, 2010

The waiting room looked packed, but the number I pulled was the next one. I didn’t even have a chance to sit in the chair I limped to before it dinged.

I went to the window and explained to the woman there what had happened. “Wait right here,” she told me. “I need to talk to someone.” She came back a few minutes later to say, “You sit right here. Someone is going to come out to talk to you. If you feel any change, let us know.” Then she went to another computer to work.


Stream in the Stör Blåsjön Area – 2010

I was nervous as I sat there. Finally a nurse came out and asked me to give her a quick briefing as she offered an arm to help me walk through a set of doors to an exam area. The same exam area where ambulances deliver patients rather than the standard emergency room arrivals. I laid down on a bed and she immediately took my blood pressure. That was agonizing. The BP was so high, she had to inflate the cuff so much it felt like my arm was being pinched off my body.

Narrow Opening Into/Out Of Fort

At Ismantorp Fort on Öland 2011

Then began the challenge of finding a vein to get blood out of me for a blood test. Every needlephobe’s dream (read nightmare). The doctor arrived. He was a tall, soft spoken man with curly hair of light brown and maybe streaked with a bit of gray. Kristian was his name. Doctors in Sweden are informal kind of people who seem to be more focused on reassuring their patients by being personable rather than remote and rigidly formal, insisting on ‘Dr. Last-Name’.

All Loaded!

Start of First Cycle Tour – June 2011

After testing my arms and legs, which were almost functioning normally again, he told me that he thought what might have happened was a sort of hiccup in my circulatory system which might have left me with low blood pressure in my brain triggering my symptoms. They were going to check for other things though, including a CT scan to be absolutely sure. He stayed right there with me as the nurse continued to look for a vein for blood. She’d poked me about 3 times before getting another nurse to help by looking on my other arm.

When the third nurse joined them. I started laughing. Nervously, but laughing all the same. Kristian gave me a curious look. “This is funny?” I told him, no. The options were I try to find the humor in it and laugh or I’d break down into tears and screams with a few kicks thrown in. Then I started making jokes about starving vampires. I had all of them chuckling though it was probably as much about the ‘brave face’ I was putting on as my bad jokes. They brought in an anesthesiologist to make a ‘stab’ at finding something and even she failed.

My Family & Mountains

My Little Family in Norway, 2011


Puffin at Nordkapp, Norway – 2011

Then there was a lull in the search for blood as it was time to go to the CT. The original nurse and Kristian wheeled me through the many hallways themselves. While the actual scan was going on, the nurse (I feel bad I forgot her name) was joined by another, a man of Indian (not American) heritage actually tried again to get blood for tests.

I’ll admit it, I broke into tears at that point. It hurt. I’d been stabbed over a dozen times by that time. The man actually managed to get a line in. It wasn’t one they could use for blood, but rather something for putting any medications as would be required.

Loke & Arctic Lake

Loke & arctic lake at Nordkapp, Norway – 2011


Seal at Nordkapp, Norway 2011

Scan done, the nice woman wheeled me out into the hall to wait for Kristian. When he came out, he took my hand and told me, I’d had a brain hemorrhage. Fortunately, it had been very small, barely a centimeter (1/3 inch) in size. The fact I had remained coherent and recovered muscle strength and function so quickly indicated, while serious, it was not critical. The cause was hypertension.

Then he told me I’d have to stay in the hospital at least overnight to get my blood pressure under control. I wasn’t about to argue. I knew how bad it could have been. I was lucky the bleed had been so small and that it had happened in the part of the brain where it had. Kristian stuck with me as I was wheeled to a critical care ward.


Northern Sweden – 2011

Only when he was certain I was settled in and introduced to a few of the nurses did he and the first nurse take their leave, assuring me I was under excellent care. I immediately got my hands on a phone to call Jens and ask him to come home. He jumped off the train at the next station to rent a car.

The Aftermath

When I rolled my Trice because of ice – Feb 2012

Ready to Roll

May tour attempt – 2012

The nurses there (4 for a room of 6 people) were all very sweet. When I had a moment where fear overwhelmed me and started crying, two of them came over to assure me I was going to be fine. It was more than reassurance, they needed me to calm down for my blood pressure. What kept me most calm through the night after Jens’ visit was Netflix. I watched it until I was about to passout before trying to get to sleep. Had to keep the brain busy and occupied for as long as I was awake. Good thing the hospital has excellent wireless internet!

Was a rough night. I wasn’t allowed out of the bed for anything. I do mean anything. The two different catheters they got in (took an anesthesiologist with an ultrasound machine to get the one for blood) hurt at times as I would fitfully wake to avoid tangling tubes and wires when I rolled over. They also had to check my eyes every couple hours. The bed just KILLED my back. No matter what side I slept on, it just hurt. The machines beeped at me constantly.

Yes. More Birches & Lupins

Lovely Summer Sites – June 2012

Out Of The Storm

Out Of The Storm – June 2012

Can’t remember the last time I was so glad for morning to come. It dawned pretty and clear of course.

There was another CT scan to be done sometime that day, so I got to watch a lot more Netflix while I waited. A physical therapist came by and said it was time for me to get out of bed. She talked as if I’d been bedridden for a week or more, not less than 36 hours. I didn’t care. I was just glad to get up into a surprisingly comfortable wheel/arm chair combo. My back was very grateful for it as well.

First LIVE Wild Hedgehog

First LIVE Wild Hedgehog – July 2012

Kristian came by to ask if they’d sent me for the next scan and to see how I was doing. That struck me as incredibly nice after he’d stayed close all through my diagnosis. My case had been passed on to others and yet, he still was following along. That actually helped calm me quite a bit.

He came by some time after midday to check again. This time he talked to the head nurse on duty and made a call to find out when my CT scan was. It was going to be done when I was moved from critical care to the stroke ward. So, the wait continued.

I think it was close to 3:30 when something happened to break the tedium of waiting with Netflix while I sat in the chair, getting dosed with liquid medications through catheters. The ward’s door opened and someone walked in. I smiled when I saw him, the husband of one of my sister-in-laws. He looked around the room, saw me and froze. He always has this little smile and it remained, but the rest of his face went blank. I grinned and asked, ‘Did you come to see me?’

Are we sensing a theme to this ride?

Riding around lightning storms – July 2012

“No,” he said slowly. “I had no idea you were here. Are you alright? What happened?”

Loke did try to touch noses with the horse before looking to see what was in the bucket.

Loke did try to touch noses with the horse before looking to see what was in the bucket.

Sura Church

Sura Church, Beautiful! July 2012

Loke cooling off.

Loke cooling off during a tour attempt – August 2012

I was surprised he didn’t know. After all, his wife’s dad had driven me and the youngest sister had come to walk Loke before Jens had made it back to Uppsala the evening before. It was shocking that no one had made a call to let Tina and him know. So, I explained it all. We had a bit of a laugh about him just randomly walking in to see if there was a spare IV stand for them to use in the ICU where he worked just one room over. He asked if it was alright to tell Tina to which I answered, “Of course! We’re all family!”


Doubt Rainbow – September 2012

He apologized for needing to get back to work and told me I was in good hands.

Saint Budock Parish Church - First English Medieval Church via Cycling!!

Saint Budock Parish Church – First English Medieval Church via Cycling!! October 2012

It was not long after that, they finally started me rolling to the stroke ward. As I came out of the room, there was Tina. Since M (Tina’s hubby) was a nurse, they let her follow along through the hallways. After a brief pause at the reception for the stroke ward to drop off my things, Tina waited there while I was whisked off for the CT scan.

The scan done, I was thrilled to find a large, machineless room with a nice view and only ONE bed when I was wheeled in. There was a desk with a chair and a slightly larger, comfortable sitting chair too. Martina had called Jens for me to tell him I’d gone for the CT. Earlier in the day, I’d decided he should wait for that rather than come to the hospital to see me and end up standing around or trying to chase me down as I was rolled around the hospital at who knew when.

Thank you telephoto lens!!

Autumn View – October 2012

About to test it!

Brand New Sprint 26 – November 2012

Tina was a bit aggravated that no one had told her about me being in the hospital, but put a good humor on it. I promised that next time I’d at least try to remember to text her. She hoped there wouldn’t be a next time, but appreciated it. A short time later, M came in, having gotten off work. Jens arrived not long after that once he’d finished taking Loke for a long walk.

Long Shadows At Noon

Long Shadows on a Snowy Ride – December 2012

Slick Ice iPhone

Slick Ice Ride – December 31st, 2012

After about an hour, M went to see if he could get any news about my CT scan.

Tree-Lined Lane To Wik's Castle

Frosted Trees – Wiks Castle Grounds – Dec 2012

Turned out the doctor had gone home as it was after 5 pm. The head nurse told him there’d been no change between the two scans which was excellent news we were all glad to have. Admittedly, if the news had been bad, M was pretty sure someone would have said something before going home.

Beautiful Animals

I adore curious horses when they come right up to us – Dec 2012

He told me to be sure I told the nurses I wanted to see the doctor the next day. M thought that since my episode had been so non-threatening, they might have put me on a low priority.

Loke & His Stick

Loke & His Stick – January 2013

I slept quite a bit better that night. The nurses only came in twice to check me, no machine beeping at me, no tubes or wires to get tangled or inflict pain. The bed was marginally better too.

The next day passed quietly. Bad food for breakfast and lunch, both of which I took in the day room that I got to walk down too all by myself. I paced around my room some, very slowly in respect for my blood pressure. Tried to write, but couldn’t get my head into it. So, watched a lot more Netflix.

A pair of physical therapists came to see me. Asked questions about how I was feeling and decided that one of them would come back after I’d had breakfast.

Old Alnö Church & Scenery

Old Alnö Church & Scenery – This was an awesome ride in Feb 2013

No clue what that is next to the little building

Another awesome snow ride – April 2013

A bit after I’d eaten, two doctors showed up. Lee, who’s English was a little rough, the other doctor’s name I didn’t catch and no less than 4 interns. I was a bit unnerved by the fact that Lee hadn’t even known there had been another CT scan. She asked if I wanted to go home, to which I responded, ‘Of course! Who wouldn’t want to go home?’ The interns laughed.

One of the PTs came back and ran me through a few tests for motor skills, limb strength. We went for a short walk down the hall for me to climb a few stairs. She declared that there was no discernable physical impairment. Always good to hear. She asked how I felt about the idea of going home. In spite of the quick and glib response to the doctor, I admitted to her some nervousness. My last BP check had been on the high end and I worried what might happen to it at home if I tried to get back into normal activities. She made note of it.


New Born Foal – May 2013

Loving The Spring Weather

Loving The Spring Weather

Kristian came by again, glad to see I’d been moved and that I felt as if nothing had happened. He knew about the 2nd CT and told me there had been no change since the first one. I made no mention that I already knew that. Far be it from me to spoil the good news of such a nice person.

Later around sundown (3:30 pm at this time of year), an occupational therapist came by. Her job is to help people who might have impaired function adjust to the new reality and find ways to overcome difficulties to do what needs to be done. Since I don’t have a job really, she was just there to check my cognitive abilities mostly and my emotional state.

Swedish Summer

Incredible Summer’s Day in June 2013

Gripsholm From Mariefred

Gripsholm From Mariefred – June 2013

So, we talked about my writing, how I try to learn 3D modeling and of course cycling. She told me she could see how much I loved that. My whole face lit up at the mention of it, though she was curious what a recumbent trike was. I promptly picked up the iPad to show her ICE’s web site for a best example. When I did that, she smiled and set aside some papers, “Since you did the iPad and web site so easily, we can skip the cognitive function test.”

Nyhavn - The prettier side

Nyhavn  in Copenhagen- The prettier side, July 2013

The doctor’s question about my wanting to go home had me wondering if she was just checking my mood or if it was a real possibility. While I pondered that, M came to visit before his shift. You know, he’s an incredible guy. Not only is Tina fortunate to have found him, but so are the rest of us for having him join the family. The more I come to know him, the more he impresses me as a person.

Smaller than Jordehøj's entrance!

Grave opening – Denmark, July 2013

Jordehøj's Passage

Interior Grave Passage – Denmark, July 2013

After our chat about personal things in our lives, he spoke candidly about how lucky I’ve been with this incident. The things he’s seen in ICU with such hemorrhages. Not just the obvious death or reduced to a vegetative state, but even the seemingly minor ones turning someone into a completely different person. Sometimes violent or other drastic personality shifts. He thought I should maybe even have another night in the ward to be on the safe side. Then he had to hurry off to the ICU.

Just breathtaking

White Cliffs on Mon, Denmark – July 2013

About 10 minutes before 5 pm, a doctor came by. It was the one who had stood silent while Dr. Lee talked. There was something about her that seemed familiar, but nothing clicked for sure. She asked when my husband was coming. I was going home and she thought he should be involved. She told me she’d be down the hall if I wouldn’t mind letting her know when he arrived.

Jens came, bringing stuff I’d asked for in case I had to spend another night. I fetched the doctor. She was very nice and social. I guess she wasn’t in a huge hurry to get home and the ward was other wise quiet. The more we talked with her, the more I had the feeling I’d met her before. Then she mentioned that she’d lived in the states for a while and also had been an exchange student in Montana.

Can you tell I love this view?

Brugge – September 2013

Jens and I looked at each other. “I remember that,” I told her. “I thought you looked familiar, but I remember you telling me that most of all. I can’t remember when I’ve seen you before though!” I absolute cannot place when I might have seen her in the hospital before. Rather than being offended, she laughed about it instead.

Soon, Gladis (nurse) came to remove the catheter in my arm for liquid medications and I was on my out the door, prescription in hand for no less than 3 kinds of BP medication. I smiled and thanked all the nurses for being so great. Felt a little bad I had no chance to say good bye to Kristian and thank him again.

Almost as if you can see forever

View across the Black Forest Region of Germany – September 2013

View down la Madeleine's 'Main Street'

La Madeleine, France – September 2013 

Since then, it’s been a little rough. Yesterday (November 16th) the worst. I feel sluggish and drowsy. When I try to do anything, the muscles of my upper torso start to ache something fierce and I feel weak. It’s as if I’ve just come out of year of being bedridden, not a measly few days. It freaks me out more than a little.

This morning, I’m starting to fret about how this is affecting Loke as well. I’ve not been for a ride in over a week. In the wee hours before I got up, Loke was unsettled. He kept getting up and fidgeting, groaning a lot as he did as if he’s going stiff and arthritic.

Perky Puppy

Perky Puppy

Earlier in the year, Loke would limp and hop a lot on our infrequent outings. Mostly infrequent because I was worried about the arthritis that caused it, trying to coddle him. Then I decided to stop worrying about that. I ceased trying to give Loke a longer, tedious, frustrating life and decided to give him one of fun and quality even if it turned out a year or so shorter. In doing so, I might have actually stumbled on giving him a longer and happier, fun-filled one with lots of cycling.

All I know is that sometime in September, I realized I’d not seen Loke limp in weeks. By the time of our trip to Bornholm last month, it had been months and he was a furry powerhouse of happiness.

Old Brunn Church Ruins

Old Brunn Church Ruins – June 2013

I don’t want to lose that for him. Those wheels need to be under me for both our sakes.

Not to mention Jens’. The man has been wonderful, stepping up to the plate to ease things for me as much as he can while still working at a demanding job. Not the least little complaint. I want to take some of that weight off him, even if it’s just taking a roll on the trike every couple days to spare him the occasional longer walk with the furry.

The llama pair have a new friend!

The llama pair have a new friend! August 2014

Poor Jens has had a couple of scares since I got out of the hospital. Out running errands, calling to see if I needed anything. When I couldn’t find my phone right away, he’s started rushing home in case my lack of answer was because something had happened. I guess I need to keep the phone closer to hand to spare him that.

Oh! Kristian actually called yesterday, on the land-line. A determined and dedicated doctor. Jens answered the phone first, so they spoke briefly. Jens said he thought Kristian sounded irritated that I’d been sent home so quickly. As if in his opinion, it had been too soon. Then he spoke with me, surprised I had 3 different medications rather than 2 and was definitely unhappy with the fact the only instructions I’d been given was, ‘Get checked in 2 weeks.’

A Contrasting Pair

A Contrasting Pair – August 2014

I felt so much better when he told me to call the local clinic today to get my blood pressure checked. I’ve been stressed and worried about waiting for 2 weeks, but reluctant to call and say, ‘Yeah,  I know the it’s supposed to be 2 weeks, but I’m paranoid.’ Instead I can say, ‘The doctor told me to get it checked.’

It’s a comfort to still have someone on my side and working to get me through this. If not for Kristian, especially since he called the house on Sunday, I’d be feeling a bit like I’d been given a bandaid for a broken leg and cast adrift. He also was to have an MRT(I in English?) scheduled for me. A notice of the time will arrive by mail.

I just love what the fog does to the scenery.

I just love what the fog does to the scenery. September 2014

He couldn’t talk long as his beeper went off for another ER case. I had to smile at the image of a red cape appearing on his shoulders as super doctor sprang into action for the well-being of another person. A bit of a contradiction perhaps, as he’s really such a calm and soft-spoken person that brings a sense of comfort to his patients at a time when they’re fearful.

So, that’s been the past week for me. I know it to have been a very close call. So many things could have gone so much worse. I could have ended up with a drastic, negative personality change. Perhaps paralyzed on the right side or even left in a vegetative state.

Loke and Trike in Old Ystad

Loke and Trike in Old Ystad – October 2014

Even knowing that, it’s been hard, but I’ll do everything I can to recover and get back to riding the trike with my wonderful husky beside me. I may be temporarily down, but damned if I’m going to be out for the count…


We Had Snow!! Sorta…
November 7, 2014, 7:22 am
Filed under: Day Rides, Misc

So far, this approaching winter is showing all the signs of being much like last winter. That’s to say, not much of a winter at all. A Mississippi winter. Not much frost, little to no cold snaps that would put a skin of ice on puddles, gray and lots and lots of wet. Actually, it was announced on the news here that this area of Sweden in particular hasn’t even moved from meteorological summer to autumn. By temperature shifts, which hold more weight here in Sweden, it is still considered very much summer regardless of equinoxes and the approaching solstice.


The Holy Woman & Her Children - Bornholm, Denmark

The Holy Woman & Her Children – Bornholm, Denmark

Makes me feel almost guilty for not attempting a tour. But who wants to pedal around in chilly, soggy clothes to sleep in a wet tent with a potentially soggy sleeping bag? My luck, I’d try it and THEN we’d get a hard freeze cold snap. Hehe.

That said, we did get our first snow fall. I went out for an appointment yesterday. As I walked to the car, I saw a snowflake, then another. Finally it turned into a real snow though nothing stuck. The ground far too warm with the persistent lack of frost or freezes. At 2 C, even cars didn’t collect a dusting of white. Instead it melted into puddles and chuckled down storm drains like a common rain. A few hours later, it was a rain/snow mix. Once the sun went down, it did its best to become a slush. Never quite made it.

This morning, it’s pushing into 50 F and I spent the night kicking blankets off even with a window open.

There have been a few rides since my last post. Boring… tedious pedallings around here. The heavy gray skies and near constant drizzles just suck my will for anything more. Short days aren’t helping. That’s one thing the declaration that it’s still summer can’t change. No matter what the weather person says, the days get shorter and shorter. It will be nice when the winter solstice arrives and I can get giddy with the lengthening days.

Oh! One thing I will mention about the rides of late. The trike is behaving flawlessly! I do believe I’ve cracked the mystery of why the gears fouled up so much and sometimes, just hours after having been adjusted. It does look like it was my careless shifting putting the chain and derailleur under the strain of big front/big back. Since getting it adjusted last time, I’ve avoided doing that naughty combo and the trike has been behaving perfectly!

We’ll just have to continue being aware of our shifting and see if it holds true.