I always have my calendar in order and always on time for things. If you’re not early, you’re late. But for some reason, I keep mixing up my physical therapy appointments for my knee. I go twice a week and the times are not the same for each session and so today, for example, I arrived at 5 p.m. for a 6 o’clock appointment. And since I can’t drive, it’s not as if I could hop in my car and head home or run some errands for the hour.
I don’t have an explanation for this. I don’t especially dread the time spent strengthening and coaxing my leg bender back into submission. I like working hard to (hopefully) bring it back around. I just can’t seem to get a handle on when I need to be where the effort gets put in.
For someone whose job it once was to get hundreds of people to cities via plane, to hotels and meeting rooms, to off-site events and dinners, my inability to get myself where I need to be at the correct time is kinda crazy. The dichotomy of my pre-vision loss and current life is infinite which is good because if it had a timetable to it, I might just miss it.
