Things began to turn around just before dinner. Phew. That was really close…
The day before, I was proudly taking the bus from the Optimum Health Clinic back to my flat. It was early evening on a Saturday. But because it was December, the sun had set and it was completely dark outside. No matter. I had made it on the bus, and I knew that all I had to do was sit there until it got to Marble Arch. I didn’t even have to worry about the energy draining problem of figuring out which way to walk from the bus stop.
Taking the bus had been a goal since arriving in London in the Spring. I was feeling happy and proud because of my accomplishment! That is, until the bus driver announced that everybody had to get off. They were prematurely terminating the route because Oxford Street was so crowded with Christmas shoppers.
No problem. I got off the bus and began walking. But I was a lot further from Marble Arch than I initially assumed. And the pavement was so packed with people that all the jostling was draining me fast. I began to panic. No bus, no taxi, and the tube station was spilling over with people.
“My life is over.” There was no way out. I was just about to completely give in to the panic when a taxi appeared about of nowhere. At first we just sat there in the traffic with the meter ticking ever higher. Then I pointed out that we weren’t too far from Regent Street. So he did a u-turn and next thing you know, we’d made it to my place on the back roads.
I survived that scary moment. But that’s not where I would have liked a pain-free pass. The next day was painful, all day. I spent much of it lying on the sofas at the clinic (they know what it’s like for CFS patients), something I had not needed to do since my first couple of months in London. My pain was further complicated by the fact that I was supposed to have dinner near the clinic with a few fellow patients. I worried more and more as the day progressed that they would have to celebrate my birthday without me. Imagine! But it worked out fine in the end.
I would have loved a pain-free, worry-free day instead. Everything else could have been the same, but without the added weight of worry, I probably would have recovered a little faster. Hmmnnn, I wonder if I could apply that today…
Day 26 (April 26) – Pain-Free Pass
What’s a day that you wish you could have used a pain-free pass (either in the future or the past)? How would being pain or worry-free impact that day?