Moving on, I walked into a restaurant that clearly wasn't open yet. Their doors were open, but everything was neatly stacked, so I asked when they opened, and immediately realized my mistake. The bake shop part of this merchant was back on my street. I'd braved rush hour traffic for nothing, and now had to do it again. As I walked back down the hill, a man passed me, stopped, turned back, and said my name. I wasn't interested in trying to figure out how I knew him, in that moment. though, I did feel guilty, because he knew me from my old life, and I wasn't willing to take the time then, to put the pieces together. I continued on, and had a great breakfast with Zetty. A lot can happen, in a quick walk to meet a friend.
I awoke the next morning, Thursday, to, eat, wripte a couple emails, and set off for PT. I worked on some rigorous (to me) balance exercises, and then headed off to do the rest of my routine independently. As I was doing one of the exercises, it occurred to me, exactly who the man on the street the day before was. He'd said, his name,and that I knew him from Fletcher Allen, and my brain said, I think they called him 'mcdreamy.' (As in Patrick Dempsey charachter from Greys Anatomy.) Though, I looked at him, and thought, 'that's odd, he doesn't look like Patrick Dempsy, I must be confused, AHH, big, loud truck in traffic circle! Don't freeze/fall!' I recovered from my fear freeze, and we said goodbye, and I concentrated on crossing the street again.
I see people from my old life, intermittently, and can rarely place them in the moment. A couple years ago, a teenager, came up to me, and said, 'hi Courtney, it's Katie'. I had no recollection of who she was. About a week later, I realized I had been her babysitter. Their mom had to be into work by 7, so I went over, woke them up, got the cereal, reminded them to get their things, and brought them to school. In that moment, I realized how far I still have to go, to get back to being that responsible.
When this man told me who he was, I knew I would put the pieces together, and I did. Now, I'm very moved, that he recognized me on the street, nearly 8 years after his group of interns rounded, on the general surgery unit, where I was the secretary. He was the only one patient enough to answer my coding questions, or who didn't mind translating handwriting. I just wish I had put it all together,yesterday, on the street. I always feel horribly rude admitting I have no recollection of people, I used to see often. All in due time, I suppose.