Luckily, doc was kind (or I complained a lot about it, either way) and decided that it would be ok for me to drive since things seemed more controlled.
When I got the call, I didn't know what to do with myself. I knew I wanted to go drive somewhere RIGHT away, but didn't know where.
So I put my keys in the ignition, arranged my chair to my liking, and carefully selected what would be the anthem of this experience (an old favorite-Switchfoot's "Learning to Breathe"). By the time it got to the chorus ("I'm living again, awake and alive"), I was so excited to be actually driving, I didn't care where I went. I didn't care if I ever stopped driving.
Naturally, my heart led me down Elmwood and the official first place visited on my own with my new found freedom was Rust Belt Books.
From there, I hit up Half & Half Clothing Co, Clutch, Feel Rite, and Rite Aid (it was a "rite" kind of day!).
Mobility after 6 months of medical restrictions, forced dependence, and perceived isolation: Awesome!
Bonus: Submitting this to the author of The Book of Awesome and 1000awesomethings.com: REALLY awesome!
SO glad that you've submitted! (And glad that that clown of a doctor finally called you back! Doesn't he know how important this is?? Ha!)
ReplyDeleteyou look good next to that book.
ReplyDeleteyou should probably carry it around everywhere, since "awesome!" is an inevitable event where ever you go.
I love how your so positive! your blog is always inspiring and motivating to read! whether you see your blog or yourself that way or not, it is :)
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