So, here we go again.
After almost 2 years without an incident I’m passing out again. It’s been random as usual. It’s also very confusing as usual, since the medical bills keep coming and it’s hard to keep track.
The other day, shortly after the base ambulance dropped me off at the local emergency room, I escaped with Spooky at his urging. A nurse helped us sneak out. So long as we hadn’t seen a doctor yet, she said, it was OK for us to leave.
My car is still on the base and I’ve been working at home, or riding to work with a colleague. The downside to not being able to drive is that so many errands go un-run. I have to rely on other people and feel bad about it.
The upside to not being able to drive is . . . not blowing all my money at TJ Maxx? Actually, the best part is working at home on days when I can’t carpool. Without a commute I get an hour at the end of my work day to read outdoors in the cool air.
Whether or when to get on the road is my judgment call, as there are no restrictions with my condition. I should be able to drive safely, in the sense that I ought to feel crappy enough before a spell to stay at home. At least, that’s the theory: If it were actually true I wouldn’t have gone to work that day. Actually, I did feel like crap that day. I should have known better.