My friend here came over to blog and I was driving around my new power chair. It's another milestone. I couldn't have driven it before. It's kind of bittersweet because I never thought I'd be driving a power chair, but it makes me a little more independent. It'll be great for going over to my sister's, and down to the local bar (just kidding about the bar…). Anyway, don't get hung up on the tools. I think I said that before, but it's important. Remember the tools are only stepping stones to help you get better. I mentioned here, to my friend, I'm having what I call "moments." I guess you could say they are kind of like anxiety attacks. They've been happening in the afternoons. It only lasts about 5 seconds, but it could be from the stress in my life, like the power chair, our family friend getting sick, my personal life. You know, boring stuff like that.
I've been visiting our family friend in a sub-acute hospital. It's kind of like a glorified nursing home. I would have been there if not for my parents. Anyway, all the beeping of the machines and the sounds of the hospital were a little much for me. I didn't think it would affect me, but I started getting real anxious. I had to get out of the hospital. Interesting. The other thing I notice is, man, if you have anyone in the hospital you love, you should have someone stay with them 24/7. You really gotta keep an eye on the hospital. It's not their fault. They are way understaffed and way overworked, you know, the nurses and the aides, but you've got to advocate for your relative. I saw them at the hospital try to put our family friend in what I'd call a broom closet. We were all like, "You've got to be kidding me!" Our family friend ended up getting a room with a window. But if it weren't for us, that wouldn't have happened. So, if you have someone you love in the hospital, make sure you stick around for them. At least, get someone to advocate for them. That's just my opinion, and it's also coming from someone that's been in that position many times. You know what? I get kind of bummed out thinking about it all, so let's go over to the other blog. My friend will put the link here, and talk about some fashion confessions.