Originally Posted by sycamore (Post 684993)

I'm in the process of a divorce. However, I will say nothing further about that until the matter is settled.

While at work on Wednesday, I thought I was having a low blood sugar attack...I collapsed while using the bathroom, breaking my right leg and twisting my left leg. Apparently, I was not suffering from low blood sugar, but severe dehydration brought on by a stomach virus...I had no clue.

Today I just started feeling like myself again...I might actually eat a meal tonight. My boss was able to procure a wheelchair for me from work (we deliver pharmaceuticals and homecare supplies at our KC office), so I can get around work and my hotel. And people from the office have been bringing me to and from work.

But I'm 250 miles from home. For the first time really in my adult life, I am on my own...and I am okay with that. But it is scary as fuck! I am basically relying on the kindness of strangers to help me out here in Kansas City. My bosses have been thrilled with the work I'm doing out here, so they're okay with me staying. Of course, if I had to go home, I'd be fucked...because I'd probably have to go back out on the road, and I probably won't be able to drive properly again for 2-4 weeks.

I'm in a helluva lot of pain, and I still can't walk on my foot, even though I'm in a walking cast. I'm too heavy for crutches, and a wheelchair is no fun to push with low upper body strength. I have nothing but respect for people in wheelchairs...not that I didn't before, but I've only been in one for 3 days and I'm about ready to stab my eyes out.

And what sucks the most is having to rely on others to help you. I don't mind asking for help, but when it's for simple shit that you normally do yourself, it feels almost soul-destroying. Not to mention, you're on someone else's schedule, which generally drives me nuts.

Thank you for your time.