Shuntal & I on our first flight.
Who is Shuntal? That's how my brother calls my VP shunt.
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A friend turned 40. Yes, I don't know when that happened either, that we reached that number, we were only 4 years old yesterday. We have known each other since we were 4 years old. She lives 600 km away and we don't see each other that often, especially because of my illness. But I booked a flight shortly after her invitation.
Just like that.
I must have been crazy.
But the Happy-bumble-bees gave me a good tailwind.
Why crazy? Because it's something very special for me to have the strength to travel again. To spend the night somewhere else, to have less time to rest from my everyday life. Maybe getting less sleep. Probably having to take painkillers.
Sneak peek: I did it. And it was great. Cheering sky high!
I haven't regretted it for a minute, neither did I cancel nor cancel and throw money to the wind. I just went for it. It totally felt like the old days.
Just go for it.
And it always felt good. At all times. The flight? Oh, it was good. Even better than good. At least I probably didn't know what good was. Shuntal likes traveling as much as the Happy-bumble-bees & I do. I had to write this straight away to my doctor, who has been so committed to me for years.
He was at least as pleased as I was.
I was just happy. Hugging friends. Being back in my home town after years. To have gone a bit overboard with crumble rolls that are only available there (and yes, I still have some in the freezer).
The downer: my nights were even worse than usual during this time. Sleep was almost unthinkable. Plus back pain, painkillers again. That's just the way it is.
I'm grateful for every moment. Every moment,
that I can enjoy and experience.
Nevertheless. Despite everything.
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