I’m sorry you aren’t able to drive right now. I went through a bit of that when I was first diagnosed with PH and the first med they put me on cause me to pass out. I guess it was a secret blessing because it unearthed the fact that (completely unrelated) I needed a pacemaker. So, it was only temporary, but not being able to drive myself places (during post-surgery periods, etc.) has always proved to be a bit depressing for me. It makes me feel kind of childlike and dependent. Of course, I AM dependent in some ways … but I don’t like that. I suppose none of us do. My biggest limitation due to PH, I think, is having a full-time job and managing my stress level and the physical demands of pushing myself to get up and go on days when my body is saying “nope, not today.” I’ve always known it, but truthfully, the pandemic has made it crystal clear. I have enjoyed the long stretch of being relatively healthy (no major medical catastrophes) since March 13 that I’ve had in several years. I do believe it’s all owed to the fact that I have not had to go in to work in all that time. I do a bit of work from home. But mainly I follow my body’s lead and pacing. I keep telling my husband that I may not return to work, because it’s so, so obvious what it was doing to me. Before, it was all theory, but now it’s proven fact. I don’t know how we’d handle the financial fallout, but I do know that I deserve to do what’s necessary for self-preservation. So I’m trying to figure out how to respect that going forward.