I know, I know. Started a blog, started to write and what do you know? I stop. This is supposed to be an exercise in starting something and sticking to it. I got off to a pretty good start, but as we speak I have a readership of only two people. And neither one of them is my mother. I really have just been pushing through wheelchair issues, out-of-town guests and one unplanned visit by the paramedics and a subsequent trip to the hospital.

Anyway, I had a glorious night of x-rays, CAT scans and a ton of fluids. I busted out the next day with a minor headache and pretty wiped out but feeling really stupid because I know what I did. Moral of the story? Don’t be a moron.Tropical sun with a heat index of 110 are not the proper elements for quadriplegics to spend extended periods of time. I learned this in paralysis school and I’ve also had incidents in my past where I unwittingly tried to cook my brain; a Reggae Festival in Central Park and the Air and Sea show in Ft. Lauderdale, right after I moved to Florida. Stupid.

So, as I said, I’m back in the saddle. Besides, the guilt of not doing anything productive or creative really got to me. But I also decided in which direction I want to take my blog. I’m really going to focus on my life after my accident. I don’t want to just fill this space with fluff and niceties. Will it be inspirational? Who the hell knows. I think for me to feel really good about this is just tell the truth. I’ve been spreading sunshine around with my glowing attitude and my underappreciated wit. The truth is, this has been a really fucked up ride and I think it’s about time to share some details about my trip.

Well, so long for now.