I’ve used a taxi many times. I’ve ordered one after a night out, to get home from work or when I have a lot of bags and am headed to the train station. But I’ve also taken a taxi when I’ve needed to get home quickly due to my health conditions.
I’ve taken a few taxis when I’ve had a migraine that wasn’t helped by my usual migraine prescription medication; in a hurry to get home as the world starts to spin around me and I struggle to focus on anything while the daylight and everyday sounds around me pierce through my right eye and behind my eye socket. Thanks to hypothyroidism and Hashimoto’s, migraines can be common in thyroid patients.
When the taxi arrives, I feel relieved to know that I’ll be home in 15 minutes or so. The happy driver says, “Hi” and wants to have a conversation with me. Barely able to focus on what he’s saying or asking me, I try to explain that I’m in a lot of pain, thus ordering the taxi so I could get home sooner.
“I’m sorry I’m not more fun to talk to,” I blurt out to the driver as I close my eyes and mop my sweaty hands on my cardigan sleeves. I just want to get home, get under a duvet and wait for this migraine to pass. I can also feel a thyroid flare coming on.
Later on, when I’m able to think clearly again, I realise that the driver might have thought I was rude as I interrupted his polite attempt at making conversation with possibly his first customer of the day. After all, I had practically said, “Don’t talk to me.”
I hope I didn’t upset him. I hope he understood and met a much chattier customer not long after dropping me off home.
I’ve avoided taking taxis in the past because I didn’t want to have to make small talk when I felt ill.
I sometimes feel anxious when I think about calling a taxi to take me home and realise it’s going to be awkward in the car as we sit in silence for the whole journey, me fiddling with my phone, bracelet or scrolling through social media to avoid having to make conversation.
I get anxiety when I have to stand and wait for them to arrive. Will I be able to keep myself together for the journey?
The fact that Uber drivers can also rate their customers for how pleasant they were to pick up and drop off can make me feel like I’m a burden, if I’m actively avoiding speaking to them.
Taxi drivers: please don’t think your customer is rude or ignorant if they’re not feeling up to chatting with you. I know I worry afterwards about what you thought and if you felt I wasn’t holding up my side of the deal when you arrived so promptly and took me home without an issue.
I’m just struggling with my health today.
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