I bought a good city bike and started cycling, overexerted my piriformis muscle and got it inflamed, oppressing the sciatic nerve and leaving me in bed in agony for over a month and losing my job, after which a combination of the pain meds and lack of exercise got me a heart infarction, after which I got prescribed blood pressure meds, but the computer system only printed half the dose on the recipe, so by following those instructions I got a spike of blood pressure that caused a bleeding in one eye and left me half blind, making me lose another job, which lead to severe depression, with the meds and lack of will to live causing a second infarction, which lead to open heart surgery, after which the wound got infected, leading to debridement surgery and forced approximation, which had me in pain for a month even after passing out with the max dose of morphine, which got me addicted to opioids, making me fall apart with my SO, and by the time I got clean it turned out my back was whack, with severe herniation which would make me lose control over my legs after about 15 min of walking or 30 min of sitting, which… ugh, let’s just say the story turns for the darker after that, and I still don’t know how it’ll end.
Worst thing is, I’d still get on that bike if I could.
You didn't say whether good or bad impact...
I bought a good city bike and started cycling, overexerted my piriformis muscle and got it inflamed, oppressing the sciatic nerve and leaving me in bed in agony for over a month and losing my job, after which a combination of the pain meds and lack of exercise got me a heart infarction, after which I got prescribed blood pressure meds, but the computer system only printed half the dose on the recipe, so by following those instructions I got a spike of blood pressure that caused a bleeding in one eye and left me half blind, making me lose another job, which lead to severe depression, with the meds and lack of will to live causing a second infarction, which lead to open heart surgery, after which the wound got infected, leading to debridement surgery and forced approximation, which had me in pain for a month even after passing out with the max dose of morphine, which got me addicted to opioids, making me fall apart with my SO, and by the time I got clean it turned out my back was whack, with severe herniation which would make me lose control over my legs after about 15 min of walking or 30 min of sitting, which… ugh, let’s just say the story turns for the darker after that, and I still don’t know how it’ll end.
Worst thing is, I’d still get on that bike if I could.
Fair. I have edited the post to make it more clear.