We’re Back, Sorta

As you may have noticed, it has been awkwardly quiet at method41, with a hiatus of more than a month of no new blogs written and a few technical issues lingering.

The reason for that involves a rather silly mountain bike accident on Hilton Head Island on April 8th, rushing home on my bike without lights down a pitch-black road at night that made me fly down into a ditch, scorpion style, scraping my face, breaking seven ribs, a few teeth, and a finger combined with incurring two spinal fractures. Fortunately, the damage to the vertebrae was low enough not to paralyze me. I was transported to the level 1 trauma center in Savanah, where they immediately operated on me and fused the vertebrae in a locked position with a rod and screws. A sixteen-inch scar on my back is left as evidence.

The good news is that less than one month in, I am walking (no running yet), and while the ribs appear to be fusing and giving me more peace at night, I can begin to pay some more attention again to the business objectives of method41. I will be in a brace for a while, forced to stare more at the ceiling than I prefer, until the doctors staying on my case for the next two years give me the green light to toss it.

If you did not have your emails or calls returned, it is for the reason above. I will slowly get back into the groove as my recovery allows. I am grateful for the doctors who put me on a path to rapid recovery and thank the over fifty people who kept me awake at night in the hospital to make sure I did. Now I wrangle with the billings coming seemingly out of nowhere and trying to get the health insurance company to honor their obligation. I can already feel another article on healthcare coming up.

I have learned a lot from this episode. Nothing like a sudden dependency and serious vulnerability demonstrates which people are and have been the false positives in your life. The imposters come in many disguises of pretense. From now on, I will only surround myself with people who genuinely care about more than themselves, as is the mantra of method41, deploying fundamentally better systems to benefit all of humanity, present and future.

I am stoked to be alive and to come back, albeit gradually, with a new zest for life, and thank you, dear reader, for caring as I do.

P.S.: The 25-year old Trek bike, as seen in this picture post accident, is fine. My next bike will be another Trek.

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