It really hit me today, 10 months into TX, cowering on the side of the NYS thruway on my way to my monthly gastro appointment, rear passenger side tire flat as a pancake, just how much of an invalid I've become.
I didn't have a cell phone; it's one of the one of the many things I've forgotten to keep up with; the contract lapsed months ago.
I didn't have the strength to even attempt to change the tire myself. In my pre-TX days, i could have eventually figured it out. it might have taken me all friggin' day but I would have done it.
Steamy Indian summer morning, car parked next to a lush grove of apple trees with plump ripe fruit dangling: I got as far as emptying the trunk to pull out the spare and then started trembling, felt nauseous, couldn't breathe. Raised the trunk and leaned against the rear bumper, hoping I'd spot a good samaritan or a state cop whizzing by. In the back of my mind scenes from my niece's death, 5 years ago, on the side of a Florida interstate, trying to troubleshoot engine problems, mowed down by an out-of-control tractor-trailer . . . I wasn't THERE but I was there . . .
I was in luck. A k-9 unit pulled up, took my info and relayed it to the state troopers but no one showed up.
Joe from PA came by half an hour later and changed the tire in less than 5 minutes, refusing to take the $40 I tried to press on him.
"You've redeemed my faith in human nature," I told him
By this time I was close to passing out; didn't want to drive 60 miles back to my cottage on a spare, got off the next exit and bought a couple of new tires at a local Mavis, drove home, called the gastro telling them why I hadn't shown up, forced myself to go to the local Walmart to buy one of those prepaid phones coz with my luck, when i try to make the trip again tomorrow I'll have a similar incident requiring access to AAA and will once again be stuck.
I'm wiped out. One friggin little crisis and I'm burned, wondering how I'm gonna manage the trip tomorrow. Wondering how I managed to get back home safely today. Wondering if I'll ever again be able to handle such irritating but routine daily crises. . .
Feeling weak, scared, realizing I have next to zero strength left . . .
Very depressed.
Just had to ramble. Thanks.
wyntre