And this was even a few weeks before most of the world had ever even heard the words CoronaVirus.

It was still February when having a cold was just another expectation of the next health season cycle that comes along month after month.

For me on that seemingly harmless Saturday, I’d spent a few hours with a hacky cough, sore throat, and overall achy-ness. Simple cold and flu symptoms.

I mean how many cold and flu bugs had I ridden through over the years without needing to see a doctor to get healthy and well again? Hundreds? More?


126 Days a paraplegic

Many of you have wondered where I’ve been for the last several months. Well, forgive me for keeping you in suspense but I am finally in a place where I can talk about it … somewhat. 

The short version is that on May 16, 2018, I experienced something similar to a stroke, only in my spine, following a very high-risk back surgery to stop the incessant, intense, horrifying, round-the-clock pain I kept having; Pain episodes so severe my friends were racing me to the ER in the middle of the night and praying that the docs in the ER could catch my pain somehow, and even they had a hard time getting me relief.