Since I don’t have a car, can’t drive for 6 months, and started anticonvulsant meds; I have been utilizing Lyft regularly. I am so dizzy on Levitiracem (aka Keppra), I can barely stand steadily on solid ground. In theory these side effects should settle down once my brain gets used to the new chemistry. I acclimated on a half dose after a week. I just started a full dose. Wish me luck!
I have really enjoyed talking to my drivers and being a passenger through Boston. Thursday morning, I had a quiet driver who put on his own music mix full of late 80’s/early 90’s rock which I LOVED! Richard Marx, Madonna, to Roxette. As I heard the intro of each song, I’d gush, “Oh my God I loved this song!” There have been a couple drivers who know people who have had seizures so I get some great tips/feedback from them. One of my favorite drivers was a fellow true crime lover so we recommended movies/series to each other – I really need to delve into Whitey Bulger.
Since I’m an extrovert, these drive chats feel like a shot of espresso that pumps up my happy meter. It’s part energizing, part therapy, and part venting. Oh man, some trips are purely complaining about Trump. We’re either pissed, exhausted, or flabbergasted.
My one complaint about Lyft is the city mapping weirdness. Getting picked up at work, I cannot get a car to pick me up on the correct side of the street. But if I used the address to the restaurant across the street, I get a car on my side. Weird!
Another bonus from the trips is I get to play Goldilocks with all these different cars. I’ll be on the market for a new to me car around June so now I get to check out city mileage, braking, blind spots, and passenger seat space. I really hate stupid seat belt set up. If the seat buckle disappears into the seat cushion or is right next to the middle seat buckle, I hate you.
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