Endorphine Junky off the wagon!

Last weekend was the first time in three months I rode (I had pneumonia). So I felt the high Monday through Wednesday, and crashed Thursday. As life would have it, Thursday AND Friday were two days of REALLY BAD NEWS. Thursday, I got a pay cut. Friday, my dad called to tell me that my mother has a malignant mellanoma, and she is going in for surgury on Monday. They do not know how deep it is, and she will be an chemo EVERYDAY. The thing is, I know she's not strong enough to survive that kind of treatment. She's not well besides the cancer, and has not been well for a very long time.

 So anyway, I get out of work early on Fridays now (that was the pay cut--the last time "raises" were done in like August, I was given free reign on overtime as my raise, since I went from welder, to parts manager and didn't get a raise for that...anyway, 5 hours of ot equates to about $100 bring home per week...enough about that) and I was planning on going for a ride...nope. Toilets backed up. I have roots in the pipe. It's easy enough to snake out--I have a freind who does septic systems and he's been gracious enough to let me borrow a 100' snake whenever I need it. It's not hard to fix, it just takes an hour to go get the snake, bust out the clog, take the snake back....so that left me with no time to ride. I can't do it today either, I have three side jobs lined up this afternoon, and plans for this morning. I might squeez in some ride tomorow.

The thing is I am bummed about the pay cut, I'm bummed about my mother (it's no surprize, though, she's smoked all her life, and after repeated surguries for hardend arteries, and lung treatments, etc, she won't quit smoking). I have the inclination that riding will make everything ok. Is that selfish? Am I the only one who feels that way about riding?

Well, thanks for letting me rant/vent...whatever you want to call it.