Sleeping with Bread

When did I feel most connected?
Last week I went to an evening Phillies game with some friends. We had a fun time, spending much of the game conversing and thereby missing some of the action. (I learned that Philly has a city flag and what it looks like.) There was one home-run scored by the home team!
G packed so much stuff—goldfish crackers, Tasty Cakes, animal crackers, two towels, two extra jackets, emergency rain ponchos—his bag was overflowing. It was a cool day and rain was forecast. Having lived in the Pacific Northwest I have a nuanced view on aqueous precipitation; I maintain that it did not rain rather it misted during most of the game with heavy mist driving off many spectators from the bottom of the sixth inning to the top of the eighth. Luckily we were in the nose-bleed seats and therefore under partial cover. R and I each ended up wearing one of G’s extra jackets by the end of the game, but the emergency rain ponchos went unused.
I was so tired by the time I got home (and did not want to get up when the alarm went off the next morning), but it was worth it.

When did I feel least connected?
I haven’t been feeling well for the past few weeks but was muddling along. Adding to that the stress of the upcoming start of school and everything else that’s been going on, I was so overwhelming on Friday that I cried through Mass—from the homily to when Father was ready to lock up the building. Fr G kindly listened to me for a while then walked me over to the hospital’s emergency department. I really didn’t need to be in the ED, but I was not about to argue with Fr G.
I hated sitting in the ED, especially the waiting. (You have to go through a metal detector, and they take all electronics away.) After a long time, during which I was seen by to two nurses, a resident and an attending physician and which I had tried to convince myself wasn’t actually that long (no visible clock), I was discharged with two prescriptions. One I’ve started taking; the other insurance won’t fill without prior authorization (which the ED cannot do). I have a follow-up outpatient appointment in a few weeks; hopefully I’ll be feeling better by then, but only time will tell.