The flight landed and I was back in Newark at around 12.
My doctors appointment was at one so I looked it up on google maps. It was a twenty minute drive so I ordered an Uber that was wheelchair accessible.
How I missed the New Jersey air. It didn't have a particular smell, just clean and I missed it. I was waiting for my Uber and it came five minutes later.
The kind woman helped me into her car. We had a nice conversation about the city. Driving on the freeway gave me confidence. It was so peaceful.
My mind all of a sudden went to Jack.
Shit, I was back in Jersey, so I had to do something. I had to find him, and make things right.
I was going to have to do that after I got back from the doctors appointment.
We finally got to the office. I paid the lady and wished her well.
I went into the office. I had to go to the fourth floor since that was where the doctor that had helped me through my accident was.
I wheeled myself into the elevator, and made my way up.
I still had some time before the doctor was ready to see me. I decided to post on instagram so everyone would know I'm still alive.
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