Yesterday was a big day for me. I say that with tongue firmly in cheek, but it’s also true. It wouldn’t have been a big day before the hospital, but it was after. Why? Because the most noticeable change to me after what happened to me is the loss of stamina. So, yeah, what would be a normal day for me before I had my incident is now a Big Deal.
I had to get my labs done at Regions Hospital and had been putting it off for reasons. Not the jabbing (I1’m used to that by now and am not fazed by it), but familial reasons (driving. The bane of my existence at this moment). My brother agreed to drive me and I was pleasantly surprised when my parents decided not to go.
You have to understand. I am very much a loner. I need a lot of space and am used to spending most of my time on my own. I prefer it that way, honestly. So having my parents around 24/7 has been a trial. I haven’t had to live with them for this long in decades and it’s wearing me down.
At any rate, I expected them to come along yesterday, especially as we had planned to go to Costco, but they decided to stay home. It was great to be on the road with my brother in his Tesla, windows down, wind in my hair. No, it wasn’t the same as being alone, but it was a relief to be away from my parents for a few hours. It didn’t hurt that the weather was unusually mild and the sun was beaming in the sky. I don’t normally like too much sun, but it hit the right spot yesterday.
At the hospital, my brother was pointing out what happened the first time he went there. I had read about it in the Caring Bridge, obviously, but it was different to hear it from him. It was surreal to chime in because I knew the story. It was as if he were talking about someone else and it was interesting to look at things through his eyes. Obviously, I was unconscious at that time so I was unaware of all of this.