The first shot is Lee's custom made bike the day BEFORE his 50 mile ride on the Santa Ana trail to Huntington Beach. The second one is the really deceiving one. He just had crashed, breaking four, yes, folks, count'em, FOUR ribs. He is not smiling because he is just barely managing on pain meds, of course, the chef extraordinaire undaunted. Since then neither of us is doing very well. He's making a slow but steady recovery.
I do not have any pix to go with my story, thank God. I'm having a renewed siege of migraines. I'm back on Topamax, and I'm very slowly trying to get to a therapeutic dose so I can habituate to the sleepiness. After 12 headaches in June and a full week non stop so far in July it seemed like the right thing to do. I'm due again for Botox, so I'm hoping between the two it will abate. I am really trying to figure out what God is trying to tell me. I know for sure I am thankful for each day, no, each minute of every hour that I don't have a headache.
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