Mingler

Last night Steve and I went to a dinner party for his work.  Before we left, I took an extra dose of my medication assuming that I would be standing quite a bit through out the evening.  I'm glad that I listened to my gut, because I found myself standing in a crowded room for well over an hour.  Luckily for me, my balance was just fine and I didn't find myself swaying back and forth.  I could not help but think back to all the parties I've been to in the past for Steve's work. 

Back in the day, Steve would help me into the event and find me a chair to sit in.  He would always stay by me, but we were never able to mingle with all the guests.  Plus, I would always feel a little out of place being the only person not standing. 

Even though I didn't know anyone at the party last night, it was nice to know that I didn't stick out like a sore thumb.  In fact, I don't know that anyone there even knew that there is something phsyically wrong with me.  They don't know my past and probably won't ever know what I had to endure and I find that unbelievable.  Thinking about that puts a smile on my face.