It's been really hard to reintegrate myself into the real world. As happy as I am to be here, it's been hard to adapt back to the hustle and bustle of busy people with busy lives, when I'm still dizzy and weak and having weighed this little since middle school.... (Not even touching on the stress of having to move)
BUT. I did manage to have a lovely moment today. I was alone at a Coffee Bean, taking in the sounds of the busy world, when a man in an automated wheelchair accidentally knocked over his drink. He immediately started apologizing, as they had to come mop up the drink and make him another.
Personally, I'm still very weak and know that if I were to knock something over, I can't bend down to pick it up. And asking for help in those moments just sucks.
So I turned to the man with a forgiving smile and said "eh, it happens. I was just in the hospital and am still pretty dizzy, so I'll end up doing that like three times today. So you've set the expectation for me and now I don't have to worry. Thank you :) Plus they're very sweet and don't mind."
He smiled for the first time since the spill and thanked me. He asked what happened that sent me to the hospital and how long I was in for. I gave him a little synopsis that allowed him to know that I could empathize, and he related to me on how long of a stay that is.
We were complete strangers, and yet somehow this coffee spill let both of us feel more connected to each other, as well as more "allowed" in this world with people that function at a difference pace.
It was a serendipitously lovely movement. So I'll consider that today's victory.
