The second commute

An eventful flight, returning for the second time to Florida. Feeling a little more upbeat - On Wednesday or Thursday I called Joan (met in the library on the first trip, remember?) and told her Iwas returning, did she want to meet for lunch Monday, and she said yes! I packed some more clothes, hangers, stuff Bill wanted. Took my meds after boarding, then had two Bailey's early in the flight. Just before landing at Ft Laud, I started feeling hot and vaguely naseous. I didn't really need to, but just to "do something" about how I felt, I got up to go to the bathroom. Once inside, I knew I might faint. I concentrated on getting my clothes together, and struggled to unlock the door so I wouldn't die alone at 38,000 feet. The last thing I recalled, before I went down, was pushing down on the handle to open the bathroom door. The next thing I was aware of, I was on the floor (not sprawled, feeling really good, believe it or not, that I had all my clothes on), and three flight attendants were asking if I was okay, giving me water, offering to have paramedics waiting at the airport. It took me a while to be able to stand up. I still don't really know what happened - it's taken days for all the bruises to rise and show themselves, I must have landed like a rock and bounced, because I have a dark, painful bruise on my left hip and a large yellow one on my right calf, among others. My whole body hurt afterward.
I slept late Friday, and by Saturday felt better. We took a long bike ride on A1A between Juno and Jupiter beaches, got some other exercise along the way.
Saturday night, Donna and Gary, and Max and Harold came over. We had some wine, and went to dinner at PF Changs. Seeing friends is a very normalizing thing to do.
I spent the better part of Monday morning trying to find Joan's phone number, with Bill's help. I must have thrown it away - fortunately, I had written it down in my calendar entry for the lunch date, so I hadn't really lost it. I called at 11 a.m., having discussed lunch at 12-12:30 when we first spoke. She wanted to meet later - I think I woke her up, but I really didn't feel like indulging her if she didn't keep her appointments. She agreed to meet at 12:30, but she didn't want me to pick her up. I ended up walking to the bagel shop, and we had a nice lunch. It's a start.
Bill and I are proceeding along our original path. If it's possible to get our homestead protection this year so be it. If not, I'm planning anyway to get a Florida driver's license and other indicia of residency. Bill has insurance in New York until April 1, so he's decided that he'll get the license now, and he'll have to bite the bullet later, with the cost of registering the car and buying insurance in Florida higher than it is in New York. We're moving forward.
Now, we plan ahead. This Friday night, weather permitting, I'd like to go to Meisner Park in Boca, for browsing and people-watching. Bill wants to find a swing dance. If we can't find one this week, there's one in Hollywood in a couple of weeks (Hollywood's a haul, but not impossible for a night of dancing). In a few weeks we'll visit Aunt Rose, maybe see my cousin, Sandy. Making progress.