Living alone has many advantages. I’ve been living on my own for several months now and I’m loving it. Undoubtedly many of you can name the pros of living on your own.
Freedom. No need to adjust to anyone’s schedule. You can literally do whatever you want whenever you want. Want to have popcorn in the middle of the night? Play that funny video early in the morning? Go for it.
You’re not affecting anyone but you by your decisions.
Walking around naked surely entered your mind. I always found it ridiculous. What’s so good about that? But honestly, it’s hard to understand until you lived it. I get it now.
Your mess is your mess. You do your chores in your own schedule. No one is urging you to clean up after yourself what’s both positive and negative feature.
Independence. No need to depend on someone else to pay their share of the rent and urging them to do so in time.
The peace and quiet. You come to appreciate true quiet moments after a long day talking to people at work. I can’t wait till I come home and I won’t be talking anymore.
Your own home. Calling a place your own. Having your name on the door. Decorating your home by your liking. Getting super excited by simple things like buying a new plate or rug.
Simply growing up.
But what’s the worst thing about living alone?
Recently I came to know what’s the worst about living alone when my worst nightmares come true. Being alone is great until something bad happens to you.
It was an ordinary night, I was washing dishes like any other night and preparing my lunch for the next day at work.
I was suddenly overwhelmed by the strong headache and dizziness. I was gonna faint and no one would know and how could they when I was all alone.
I pulled the purest strength of my will to stay focused, keep breathing. My first instinct was to call my mum. Ask for help. But how can someone living in another state help you?
I tried to breathe it out and talking to my mum but once I realized this is not ordinary vertigo I hung up and called myself an ambulance. My head was spinning, my hands were shaking and I was sure I was gonna throw up.
The realization that no one is gonna help me but me was incredibly scary.
I described my situation to the emergency, gave them my address and my personal info. The caller urged me in consideration to my nature of the problem and the fact I am living alone. to keep all of my doors open just in case something happens to me in the meantime. Even in edge situation like this, I had to think ahead. The simple things like pulling on your socks and a pair of jeans seem impossible when your head is spinning like crazy. I knew I had to find my ID and insurance card, I would need the money and phone so I had to charge it for at least a bit. All of those little things that would be perfect if someone else could do them for you and you could focus on not fainting.
The ambulance arrived in crushing 30 minutes and only then I allowed myself to relax a bit. My head was worse than before, but at least someone was there with me.
I spend the night in the hospital going through several screenings and treatments I’m not gonna bore you with. It was a terrible and terrifying night for me. But once I was released from the hospital, I got to come home all alone to be alone. Nurses asked me several times if someone would pick me up, and I had to bitterly admit that no.
I’m on my own.
I was planning on calling myself a cab but to top it off my phone battery died off so I got to take the trolley. My vertigo didn’t go away after several hours spent on IV. I was able to get myself to a pharmacy I work in thought, and my great colleagues helped me out a lot. I picked up my prescription pills and my boss gave me a ride home.
I learned the hard way to always have a safety plan. To keep my phone charged at all times. Sadly to always be prepared for the worst possible situation.
Now I know I am capable of taking care on my own but I wish I never get to go through that again.
Luckily I have a people in my life who regularly check on me if I’m ok, even when they are not near me.
Being sick is the worst thing about living alone.