Last night the front axel of my Lincoln Towncar broke.
I was doing 65 in the middle lane, about 30 yards from a bridge over the Hudson River.
Nothing happened. I got the car to the shoulder and few cars were around during the incident even though it’s a busy highway.
When I got to the shoulder and put on my flashers, I started to feel it.
Things felt a little unreal, my legs were a little weak and my thoughts raced.
I got out of there and got it towed.
At 1:24 am the dogs got me up and while they went for the back door I noticed the window I had to climb through that morning because I locked myself out was still open. It’s next to the cat tree.
We have three cats but I could only find two. I panicked. My anxiety rose. Lucky’s black and he hides a lot. I couldn’t find him. After two hours I opened the window and went to bed. I dozed, got up and Lucky had returned.
I don’t feel very rested. I don’t feel like doing anything. I feel like the world needs to give me a break today. It doesn’t, of course.
And all I can think of are soldiers who stay in combat for months on end. I had a blip of a scare. They are exposed to it constantly. What can feeling like that all the tim
My dad was a WWII vet. He had 4 Purple Hearts, two Silver stars and two Bronze stars. He was in combat for 4 years.
I wonder what he felt like.
And I feel ridiculous.