I had woken up around noon, dizzy and crosseyed, i probably had some breakfast(?!), then went back to bed, hoping to sleep off whatever it was and wake up cured. I am heavy into denial! Four hours later im still messed up, so i misdial 911 (if you dial 9111, your cellphone gets stuck). So there i am, half falling off the toilet, trying to take the battery out of my phone to restart it, thinking this is a really stupid way to die! I took some baby aspirin and a couple of nice lady emts showed up with a wheelchair.

I missed my t sessions the first week too but talked to him on the phone. He was great. I just chose not to drive, but i could do most of my travel by city bus. And i already used a walking / hiking stick that ive had for like 40 years now.

My first night home, i was just SO GLAD to be making my old familiar tuna sandwich again! To feel like myself again.