On the Road Again

My first trip after recovering from the Cialis-induced hemorrhage was a quick "medical emergency" in early June 2010. I’d run out of insulin and needed the evening dose. I wasn’t sure is the Wal-Mart pharmacy was still open. (I won’t disparage Wal-Mart on this. To my knowledge they are the only ones who carry a generic of standard insulin. Even if other pharmacies have begun carrying this, Wal-Mart was the only one for 10 or more years who defied Ely Lilly and Company by carrying it. That saved me thousands of dollars and certainly bought some loyalty.)
Maybe I just didn’t want to ask the roommate for the ride when I was not positive how late the pharmacy was open. Maybe I was just being thick in the head in wanting to drive. The roommate’s on the deaf side and was watching TV at the front of the house. I slipped out the back without a word. Wal-Mart is perhaps a quarter mile down the same road I live on.
I did not have such severe night vision then. I moved slowly and cautiously and made the round trip without incident. I snuck back into the house without the roommate having known I was gone.
My blindness had put me in a position where I had to accept more well intended assistance than I cared for, from the roommate and one other friend in particular. Both of these dear friends have control freak tendencies that grated against my uncontrollable nature with exponential angst as I got slowly better through Spring 2010.
I kept my foray a secret. I made a couple other short jaunts over the next couple weeks, testing the waters of my partially regained abilities in secret from my caring, controlling jailers.
I’m not a very good liar or sneak and have no particular motivation to get good at those types of thing. I’m a bit of a smart ass and like confessing my misdeeds when its far too late for them to matter. The reaction often amuses me. I break out the old childhood stories of sins gotten away with when my parents get on my nerves. I only recently broke out the crown jewel of how I escaped a three day school suspension by asking the vice principal if he had f*d his wife the night before.
My secret excursions lasted a couple weeks before I revealed myself. The roommate generated a lot of noise about it, all white noise to me because I was able to name times and dates when I had been out before and where I went. The fact that I had been on the road a bit without incident left him little he could say.
I didn’t have to hide it anymore. I could drive, even though I remained legally blind.