Forty minutes into a ride, on my own, on a road with nothing on it.
I do not remember the car. I remember coming round with a paramedic holding my wrist. My phone was in my jersey pocket and the screen was in three pieces. My wallet was at home, because who takes a wallet on a ride. The band was the only thing on me that could still answer a question. He told me afterwards they had already changed what they were giving me, because they knew about the Eliquis before I said a word.
