I have been working out at a very new facility owned and operated by a local hospital. The program I am in is called the Medical Exercise Program. I was obese, and have diabetes type 2 and have several war related injuries from Viet Nam. Some of these disabilities are degenerative,.
Today I was supposed to be "graduated" from this program. This was my last day and I was sad, I could never afford to pay for a full membership at this place, and I will miss the two very pretty young women who were my coaches. When I finished my workout I got my coaches together to say thank you and good by. They both started crying, and as I walked out they called me back, they had found a way for me to continue for one more month!
When I got to my truck and turned it on the radio sounded strange, then I realized that one of my hearing aids was missing. I searched my truck, I went in to the gym retracing my tracks. I did not find it. I have 10% hearing remaining in my left ear and totally deaf in my right ear from a brain injury in Viet Nam. I had just gotten used to hearing stuff on my right side, but my hearing aid for that ear was missing.
Driving home I thought about how I would have to notify the Veterans Administration and maybe they would replace it. I dreaded doing that and started wondering how long that would take to get a replacement.
When I got home I thoroughly searched my truck again. I started getting angry and remembered that could trigger my PTSD. My wife came out and said "this morning before you left you only put one of your hearing aids in, I started to tell you but you seemed intent on leaving. Here it is." She handed it to me.
Well in any case I had a good workout which I swear cures depression, and I had a good laugh as I put the hearing aid in. Man! Some days you are the bug, and some days you are the windshield!