My last endo was a 7 or 8 years ago, almost to the day. I know because it happened on my wife's birthday.
I was riding with my 10 year old grandson on the dead flat Katy Trail of all places and somehow got tangled. I went over the bars and broke both elbows. The local EMS folks also sent a pick up truck for our bikes. For 2 weeks I had to have a medical attendant while my wife was at work but the worst injury was mental. It took me several years to get over the anxiety every time that I tried to ride.
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My greatest fear is all of my kids standing around my coffin and talking about "how sensible" dad was.