Spring of /05 : Crawling Out of Vertigo

In the spring of 2005, I couldn't drive and I couldn't walk very far.
I was restless and needed the fresh air and sun. I especially needed to see something that was not the inside of my house.
We live in a nice quiet subdivision, but the problem was it took me 10 minutes just to get to the outskirts of our subdivision.
And if all I could handle was a 20 minute walk -- Well! Do the math,right?
I was never going to get out of this neighbourhood. And the claustrophobia was suffocating me. I needed OUT of here.
Alan said he would drive me to whatever part of town I wanted, and I could go for a 20 minute walk.
He would go do his errands or shopping, or just go for a drive, and then he would prowl the streets in the vicinity he figured I'd gotten to, and pick me up. And he'd drive me back home.
He did this every day all that spring. That is to say, every day when the weather was halfway decent, and when I was up to going for a walk.
Is that love, or what?
Over a couple of months, I got steadier and went for longer walks, eventually heading out on my own.
I had really very little else to do at that time, being pretty much a mental vegetable. I did make dinners, but Al did the shopping.
So I had nothin' but time to go for walks in the sun and get ... stronger.
And that's how I spent my summer vacation.

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