I'm waiting right now for a response from the friend I've planned to travel with. If their plans have changed then I need to re-arrange some things immediately and find another friendly twoismer in England who might do me two or three little (inexpensive) favors. I will go or figuratively die trying (if I screw up, I don't think chairs near terminals at LHR are as comfortable as BA first class - thank you whoever gave that up at the last second). I assume everything is still set with said friend so I'm trying not to fret. This meetup has become less of just a thing to go to for me. It's now what I want to be that one thing you think of when you look back at what defined a particular year.
This may sound stupid but Twoist's post on the first page set off a chain of events that changed my life. It was "yes" on whether or not to go. That combined with something else (anecdotal, possibly long depending on reader):
Two months ago I went to eat lunch with my 60 year old mother. Afterwards, her vision in her only good eye started failing. She has been blind in the other since she was born. I thought due to its rapid onset it was an ocular headache, but it didn't go away. The next morning, I drove her to an Optometrist, after a sleepless night tending to her. He deduced that it was a form of macular degeneration. If you don't know anything about this, it means either get it treated immediately or say goodnight to your vision forever. The medicine (an injection into the eye) was what would be about 1250 quid over there.
Per dose. Insurance would not cover it on such short notice but if we waited the week that it would have taken, she would have been left with any of the
degeneration that occured during that time and it was happening rapidly. We made a judgement call and went along with the procedure and it halted the degeneration. A month later after getting the next injection, my mother's vision has improved a bit, and though she will live with a bit of distortion forever, it won't get any worse as long as she maintains treatment and the insurance is now covering it.
With this came a determination within myself that spread out from helping her and to everything else. It's where the "yes" comment factors in. I had been overly concerned with risks in life and had forgotten to live it, made worse by the fact that I acknowledge that I will die someday every day of my life and yet act like I'm risking something. She's seeing now (but I still can't help from ending any calls with "drive safe" or calling to ask if she needs a ride). She's fine. I'm not. I know now that dedicating yourself to selflessness because you're fucked does not mean you shouldn't take care of yourself and pursue what makes you at the very least content,
"happiness" being a rare treat and I'm
okay with that.
I'll start with seasides, tape decks, stars that can actually be seen at night and killer midges.
