The good news is, I'm feeling much better today. The bad news is, I'm still at low energy. There's so much I really want to get done, like clean the house, but I'm so danged un-perky.
All the same, thanks to all for the best wishes you've been sending, and the vibes. They've all helped. I'm feeling guilty about the karma rating, which seems so disproportionate with my number of posts.
It seems I caused a bit of a panic yesterday. I couldn't get ahold of der Brucer, so I phoned Dad about my going to the hospital, who transferred the information. Der Brucer, being quite logical, then checked the map and realized that, since I don't drive and have no car, the odds were that I'd still be walking 'til sun-up! (They had no idea that the telephone book had finally arrived just as I was heading out, and that I'd called a cab for myself.) Instant cross-country panic! Der Brucer was calling everyone he could think of, like the hospital itself (he somehow got general admissions, not the ER), asking if I'd been seen. He stopped just short of calling the police. He did call his daughter, whose reaction was "Well, I don't feel that way when I'm depressed." Fortunately, although she lives just an hour away, he was able to disuade her from coming to search herself. She knows the area even less than I, and besides, her idea of inaugurating a search tends towards entering a house and going through all the cabinets.
Fortunately, I was able to call him again when I got home, to let him know I was safe. I also called my Dad, who was thinking of flying out cross-country to help, and appologized for making his birthday less than perfect (I'd forgotten it was his eighty-second!).
Things are going to get better. I just need to be patient with being a patient.
*sigh*