survivor | storyteller | bike rider | heavy laugher
It’s definitely not a comfortable table. Even for the 15 minutes I’m laying on it, while my cardiologist sticks a catheter into my neck. I’m awake. I feel the lidocaine, when I’m not supposed to. I feel it in my heart. Sometimes I have a heart ache. Not being sensitive but actually an aching heart due to being pricked. Only one left. So excited.
I have experienced so many levels of pain and soreness, that I’ve come to the point where it’s really difficult for me to recognize the difference. Over the past couple months, I have noticed my body constantly changing and being sore and tender in all areas of the lower part of my body. I’m constantly putting work in. My legs are going to be tree trunks again for this upcoming ride next year.
it’s not about the turkey. It’s about the sides. I mean maybe a few of us might enjoy the leftover options with turkey. Most of us are stoked for most if not all of the side options. I’m more about the time spent with awesome people. My family, my girlfriend, my girlfriend’s family. I’m fine with less turkey.
That’s a portabello mushroom! 📸 (gf)