Every week I stand on that line I hope it will be my last.
I woke up very early this morning. It was what most people would still consider night time.
At around 10:45 am, after briefly falling back to sleep, I made my weekly sojourn to get groceries provided by a church not far from my house. The air was crisp but I was dressed well for the inevitable wait. I stood at the back of the line for ten minutes before it happened.
I suddenly felt light headed and the next thing I can remember is waking up with people standing around me. They said I was having a seizure , I think I just passed out. I've never had either happen to me before. I hadn't lost control of my bodily functions and I was able to get up (crouched ) shortly after the episode. People scraped their pockets for loose change and bought me a bagel with cream cheese and a cup of tea with milk and sugar.
While I sat and ate, they held my place on the line.
Since pantry day is usually Thursday, there was nothing doing on Thanksgiving and I didn't have much to eat for a whole week.
Maybe next week will be my last week.
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