In 2021, I got great news. I landed a job in Atlanta working for a platinum recording artist, after being able to purchase a custom, world famous motorcycle I got to build through Harley-Davidson.
Two months in, I got hit head-on. Lost the bike, the job, my freedom, my future.
Good news – I survived the wreck with all my limbs intact and began my recovery after a month in the hospital.
Then a bacterial infection set inside my leg from the surgery and it almost cost me my leg. I would have to learn how to walk again after being a prisoner in my bed for months.
Good news – My last operation removed bone fragments and a main nerve from my wrist to reduce pain.
Operation didn’t really help with anything. Just another scar with a slight reduction in pain… This is my heavily dominant hand we’re talking about.
Good news – I began to walk again. Though limited and with a cane, I could still move around.
That’s when I learned I had a new, previously undiagnosed condition that made me disoriented when upright – randomly and without an obvious trigger.
Anxiety climbed aboard. New meds for anxiety and depression.
Meds and trauma killed my libido as well as my desire to get better.
Finally received an official TBI diagnosis. My balance is garbage. I can’t close my eyes and remain stable. I can’t walk up and down stairs normally.
Good news was that I received a little bit of money from the wreck so I invested in a mental health getaway.
It was the worst trip I have ever been on in my entire life. For a moment, it made me more suicidal from the guilt I had in spending as much money as I did trying to help myself, but that guilt turned into pure rage after they refused to be accountable for it. I’ve never had a company fail me to the degree Amtrak did and want to blame me for it.
For every bit of good news I receive, I also receive a nice slap backwards…
So yeah, at minimum, I’d question the validity of the news -possibly send it back because I wouldn’t trust it or because I wouldn’t want the severity of bad news that waited for me on the backside.
Off The Rails 