As we were leaving my first swimming class in months (I did about a quarter mile!), a guy got out of a car, somehow got a wheelchair out of a rooftop carrier and went in to the rec center.
It was then that I remembered a recurring snippet of a dream I have. It is of me driving -- to work, to a store, wherever -- but I have no license, just my ID card.
As I said I have this dream over and over, but it's not like it could happen. I am not even allowed to use the riding mower around here. Pretty sure no one will let me drive a car.
The weird thing about the dream is that I know I have no license, and I do have Friedreich's ataxia.
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