By coinjoe on Skatehive
I have a condition that causes me to pass out sometimes. Sometimes I can tell it will happen, sometimes not. No pattern I can predict. Just here one moment and on the floor the next. You've read about my kitchen floor incident. That's not the first time. Won't be the last. Because of instances like that, I don't drive anymore. The wife usually takes me places. Appointments. Errands. Whatever needs done. We have to coordinate schedules and carefully plot everything on a single calendar. Her appointments. My appointments. What can wait. What can't. It's a system. It works. But it's not the same. I hate depending on anyone. Including her. I was self reliant my whole life. Military career. Civilian career. I figured my own shit out. I went where I needed to go when I needed to go there. That's just how it was. Now I ask for rides like a teenager. It makes me feel small. That's the truth. I know she doesn't see it that way. I know she's happy to help. I know it's not a burden to her. But it