Actually Life is a non-sequiter, like stepping onto a rapidly moving walkway with no warning. Boom! You're on your butt before you can even grab for the handrail. Oh they didn't mention handrails? Well, grab something and HOLD ON!
Waking up in the middle of an important conversation that is all about you with no apparent context and absolutely no reference point.
It had been a hell of a winter, whirlwind trip to the grandparents for a big family Thanksgiving; meeting new arrivals to the family, members of inlaws rarely if ever seen. Back to the real world, a flat tire before arriving home... and 4 weeks to move my son out of his apartment. Going to "have-to" find someone to see my worsening tooth condition before it does something evil. In February we locate a friendly neighborhood clinic where they agree to examine my mouth and prescribe anti-biotics for the infection and swelling.
"I just wanna be sure it isn't life threatening, if it's benign I can live with it...."
"If I get you a referal to see a specialist will you go?"
"Yes, of course."
"I want to do some more blood-work, take this to the lab and then make an appointment to come back in 3 weeks."
Well, I did but it was of course inconclusive (more tests!). And the calls for appointments started coming, which I kept. went through all the obligatory motions, complied with all requests, supplied information, and went where directed. My patient advocate (personal witch-doctor) was my shield and my witness, moral support, consolation and navigation on this voyage.
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