only if you can breathe.
Ii was going to see a band i hadn’t really known that well before, but i had met someone that i knew was going to be at this show. I have a vague recollection of wanting to “psych myself up” for their live performance, but i was in a new city (felt like san francisco?) and i didn’t have my bearings about me. I met an EMT while i was out at an… office?... and i think they checked my breathing and vitals and i was told i needed to get breathing treatments. So i made an appointment for a week down the line (or so it felt) and was going to come back and get the treatments in a few days. She gave me a paper with stats written down, but none of it meant anything to me. I think the notes were in my dad’s handwriting. When it came time to do my breathing treatment, i was at the hospital in a waiting room and was vaguely aware of my friends returning from a vacation and they wanted me to come by their outdoor barbecue/picnic after the treatment. I eventually ended up getting put in a whee...