I miss my bike. I really do. I can’t ride my F8 or any bike for that matter.
This was my last and almost first real ride since I busted my tibia. About a month ago I went out and it was like a breath of fresh air. My last 2 years have been challenging to say the least. Someone sent me message about how “strong” I have been throughout these years.
My diabetes has gone from Type II to what some call Type 1.5. Sugars out of control, complicated now by thyroid issues. I am weak, I tremor, I am exhausted all the time and I can’t ride nor work all my on call shifts.
The only good thing with an over active thyroid is loosing weight. So, since I have moved back to the USA from Canada I have gotten into a motorcycle accident, broke my tibia, was out of commission for 7 months, my diabetes has progressed to the point I may need an insulin pump and now my thyroid is out of control. All of my issues can be treated. Good news eh?
Treated with drugs. More drugs and always paying attention to my body. Sounds easy…to me it’s annoying. Am I strong? I feel overwhelmed and week again. I just want to catch a break, no, not literally.
I have the most incredible partner who inherited a partner who continuously gets sicker and sicker. 
I read all those great FB pages and see so many out riding old and new bikes. Having the adventures of their lives or just riding for the enjoyment.
I am happy riding…yet I feel for now this is another loss. Anyone who rides understands what two wheels feels like.
I dream about the 1200 I trashed, I dream about being healthy. Not pitying myself, I just want normalcy. Every time I look around a corner there seems to be a surprise not in a good way. I am sick. I look well but I am ill. I am trying to look forward but I always seem to think about BC, Canada.
Our new President was elected. Perhaps I am sick over that too? 
I guess now everyone knows who I voted for and why I think about 
I will end this by promising myself to get the medical help I need and comply. Now, I also have to figure out a way to do my job. 24 hr shifts between 14-18 times a month. In the mean while I will try to be a good partner and will dream about my present bike
and the new bikes coming out. 😉
I arrived at the Westpoint Motel. A bit of a dump in some regards, like the bathroom was gross, I did not trust the linens that kind of stuff…it did get me out of the rain. I was greeted by a man behind the desk that needs to get a new job!
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