Today I drove myself to my clinic appointment. I hadn't driven in nine weeks, so it feels really good to get some of my independence back. My friends have been beyond amazing, but being able to go places on my own has helped my mood considerably.
Did you feel like a teenager with a new drivers license, full of sweet sweet FREEEEEDOM? (Blasting the Violent Femmes is optional but encouraged.)
Omg, not being able to drive for four months when I broke my ankle was the WORST—and I live in an area with walkable stuff and plenty of public transit and plentiful Ubers. I totally get it amyth!
I can't even imagine, amyth! (Because I live in the burbs and not driving = not going much of anywhere). I can only imagine how amazing it must be to back behind the wheel (literally & figuratively)!
Thanks, David, for pointing out what a positive pattern today has. Yay for good newses!
I can remember how truly giddy I was the first time I could drive again after my csection and to be able to go to the market by myself. I'm glad you're able to drive today amyth.
The hell it is.
It is required! I've F2F proof of such.
I didn't want to talk about this over on FB, but I needed to put it out there, and this seems apt since many of you were actually there for this.
I'm in Madison, WI for a few days for a theatre conference and as I landed here it hit me that the last time I was in Madison it was for the F2F. For those of you who where there you might remember that it was partway through that night that I got the call that my Dad was sick and I should probably head home just in case. A month later he was gone.
It's was also my mom's birthday today.
I'm just sad. I'm not even 50 yet and they are both gone, and I miss them. I don't know what I'm feeling beyond that. Adulting right now is exhausting me, and sometimes I just have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that they are both gone and that at this point it's been years since they died, in the case of my Dad more than a decade.
Sorry to bring it all down with this, I just needed to get this out of my head. Thank you all.
I'm sorry. That combination of location and timing really sucks.
It's an anniversary worth honoring, ND. I'm creeping up on the tenth anniversary of my Mom's death in two years, so I feel you.
My folks are still alive, but if there's anything I know about grief is that it's anything but simple, easy, or linear. It takes its space and time, often uninvited.
~ma to you, and to your memories of them.