Hold them to their Word!
Drugs make people do crazy things. Things out of their control, I believe. When I got to the E.R after my accident, Kelly Sparks, my Physician Assistant (and fellow bike racer) was attending to me, pre-pain drugs. I begged Kelly to get me the doctors that would get me racing again, whatever it took. He said he would.....
Fast forward about 96 hours later. La-la land for Stevie Boy, and the morphine pump could not have spit the stuff out into my veins fast enough. I "believe" I remember my doctors, Dr. Maxey and Dr. Phillips by my bedside, explaining that not only will I race again, but due to the marvelous creations of new drugs on the market, that I could be the next Lance Armstrong!
Fast Forward 22 months later, and Viola! The concept of Steve Driscoll-Armstrong submitted by our infamous fellow Macker, Tammy from Springpatch, IL.
Fast forward about 96 hours later. La-la land for Stevie Boy, and the morphine pump could not have spit the stuff out into my veins fast enough. I "believe" I remember my doctors, Dr. Maxey and Dr. Phillips by my bedside, explaining that not only will I race again, but due to the marvelous creations of new drugs on the market, that I could be the next Lance Armstrong!
Fast Forward 22 months later, and Viola! The concept of Steve Driscoll-Armstrong submitted by our infamous fellow Macker, Tammy from Springpatch, IL.
Oh, I forgot. G told me that no matter how many times you press the pump, there is a limit as to how much actually comes out, so you don't get too stoned. I'll have to consult with the equipment manufacturer and have that corrected for next time!