3/14/2025
So, about 6 weeks before I went into the hospital (2/21), I woke up about 5 in the morning. My left leg was thrashing around out of control, and I had no idea what was going on.
At some point, I kicked the wall/bed frame/something, and slammed my shoulder into something as well. Broke my 4th toe on my left foot (mostly recovered now), and broke some small apparently important pieces of bone in my left shoulder (still recovering).
I also made a mess, (urinary incontinence is the technical term), but you can look that up if you want. I had to do laundry, I’ll leave it at that.
So, I took care of my sheets, ignored the rest for the most part, got dressed, and went on with my usual morning routine. Told my roommate I had a rough night, (alcohol was involved, as it was every night at that time), ordered breakfast from Wendy’s, drove there, drove to work, and did my usual job delivering pharmaceuticals throughout the Greater DC Metro area.
As it turns out, I could/should have made better choices, legally at least, but when has that ever stopped me? I didn’t hurt anyone, so at least there’s that.
I need a shower, today’s going to be a good day. Going to the GMU/GWU basketball game, A-10 tournament quarterfinals, thanks to my family. And no, I’m not driving any time soon, if ever again.
To be continued.
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