Kindness
I haven’t experienced a hurricane or tornado, just Buffalo blizzards, but this morning’s event was a sudden brewing of bad weather in my poor fasting body. I woke (and quickly wished I hadn’t), and suddenly my head was being hammered and that old familiar feeling of queasy lurching had me up and running. No one wants to start their morning puking bile but what can you do to stop it? I tried every powerful incantation but it came anyway, and after the blood draw, leaving the parking lot, I pulled over while it came again, yellower now; a warning.
I drove quickly. I do on a good day, and prepared my speech, should I get pulled over. There’s a pretty pond I pass, and I didn’t see it, couldn’t turn my head and that’s when it hit me, I should be so very grateful for my good health (I truly am) because without it, creativity goes out the window. I couldn’t even *look*! That’s just sad.
I got home and took a Tylenol. Not two minutes later, I threw it up. The sun is trying to come out, it’s very cold for April, this cruel month, but the weather in my body has stilled and passed, can only get better from here. The Phlebotomist left a tab on the end of the bandage for easy removal (“you don’t really need one but it makes me feel better,” she said).
When you don’t want to be conscious, when it takes everything in your power to stay here, when someone is offering you kindness, do your damndest to return it.
LBM 4/22/2021 (Addendum: turns out it’s ‘Vertigo’)
