Sep 192012
 

Yesterday was grocery shopping day. I had my list in hand – not bad. Just some essentials & few items for dinner for the rest of the week. It wasn’t a big haul at all. Unless you look at the final bill…. I can remember when $170 would feed me for a month! Now it gets us through just under a week. I went in the afternoon, after my nap, after my lunch… I was feeling pretty dang good when I left the house. It was raining so the temperature was a cool, wet, & breezy 88 or so. Brrrr!

I stopped at Coffee Zone on my way for my blended ice mocha with a shot of espresso in it – as I said in a previous post, shopping is so much more enjoyable with an iced coffee drink (and chocolate) in hand. One of the cool things about Coffee Zone is the drive-thru window & the less-than-Starbuck’s pricing system.

I made it to Wal Mart, grabbed a cart, and started the shopping. About 30 minutes into it, I couldn’t go anymore. I just couldn’t. So I pulled up next to the eggs, parked my cart alongside the shelving and sat my happy ass down… on the ground. I had no choice. If I didn’t, I was going to face plant right there in the eggs. That wouldn’t have been so good. I really don’t have the money to buy several dozen smashed eggs, not to mention walking through the store with egg on my face, literally.

And do you know what the other customers did when they saw a rubenesque woman sitting on the floor in the egg department? Wait for it…..

Nothing. Not a ding-dang thing. Thankfully they didn’t run over me… I am grateful for that much. With the shopping history we’ve had around here I fully anticipated being run over. But no one stopped to even ask if I was okay. Not a single soul. Now I don’t know about you, but if I were shopping and came across someone sitting on the floor next to their ½ full shopping cart gazing at the thousands of eggs laid by what must be some very tired chickens, I might be inclined to ask if everything was alright. I was fine – just giving my legs a rest while regaining some balance – but I can’t believe no one asked. Oh well. I guess I should come to expect no reaction at this point in the game. In the two years (yesterday was the MS birthday (no cake or party or fireworks)) that I’ve been living with the beast, you’d think I would have no expectations of kindness from strangers (or some friends). But somehow I do. Somehow I still think it’s the right thing to do – check on one another, help each other out, lend a hand when needed – at the absolute very least, ask if everything is okay.

I have some new shit going on. Naturally. Random pain. I hate that. It just pops up out of nowhere, no warning, no aura… just BAM! Hurt! My left arm has this stabbing pain in it from the elbow to the wrist. It comes in waves. Thank goodness it’s not constant…but when it hits … holy shit balls. Add to that the stabbing pain in my side & back and I’m just a walking stab wound without any blood. It has inspired some new moves… the reaction is a sort of full-body jolt and rock. I call it flair. All the rocking, swaying, double-stepping, side-stepping…. that’s my new word for it. Flair.

Enough complaining.

Coach has been handing out my business cards at school and the requests/orders are starting to come! I can’t believe it. I am my own worst critic, I know… but I don’t see anything I’m overly impressed with in the photos I’ve taken so far. I long for the crispness that the new lens will give. I am really hoping it works out for me to buy it next week. I think it will. Especially if I start getting a few purchases to fatten the kitty.

Today will be a sketching day, finally. I got 400+ photos edited the past several days (1 volleyball & 2 football games) so now I’m free to sketch away. I think I’ll get right on that …. after a shower & a nap.

Being an adult is like looking both ways before you cross the street and then getting hit by an airplane.

  8 Responses to “Sitting on the Floor”

  1. Hi Sherri….I’ve been catching up on your life, and had to comment on this incident. I’m not surprised no one stopped to check on you. And to be honest I’m not sure I would have since I wasn’t there to take in the whole scene. What I do know is that when you have a neurological disease (I’m in the Parkinson’s boat, not MS) oftentimes one does not look unhealthy on the exterior, despite the fact we feel our interiors crumbling. “You don’t look like you have Parkinson’s Disease” is something I hear 100% of the time when people find out….even my Neuro says it. And I’m sure you’ve heard this, too. Substitute MS, of course. I’m grateful for my healthy looking exterior and mostly healthy interior. I mean really, who needs their brain to function properly anyway. ; )

    The ups and downs of our journeys must not stop us from living every moment, energy or not. I do see myself in some of your posts, so keep it up — writing can be so liberating and also help those around you.

    By the way, we share the same birthday! Cheers to you my Libra friend. Keep strong and balanced.

    How’s the weather today? Clear here, thus far. (Not a great segway, I know.) Your brain fog will come and go…and as you know, come again. But be thankful, as will I, for your brain and its ability to recognize the fog.

    And with regard to your 50 questions and answers post, I would choose to make new memories. Sometimes I can’t remember what I said or did five minutes ago. Keeps you honest, though.

    Your friend,

    Kristie

  2. I think Wal Mart must make people stupid. I hear so many stories about Wal Mart and unbelievable rudeness. (I think the scooter sounds like a good idea.)

  3. People don’t ask here either. I don’t understand it, and I think it is just plain wrong. However, if you ask and are assured that people are ok, then leave them be. Sometimes I am ashamed to be human.

    • me too, me too…. and then one person will do something that restores a bit of my faith in humans again. it’s just that most people these days are so self-involved that they don’t even notice there is an entire world going on around them… amazes me

  4. With us having Nacho who can’t be trusted alone yet, loves to chew shoes. So Jane drives and he comes with, I’ll go in to grab that is needed. I love shopping, using my up right walker I get excited my heart muscle will start to spasm, I’m okay, get kind of pale and my eyes look funny because I see four of everything. Living in the Minnesota nice state, is a pain in the a**! Grab the last few things, 10 people are asking if I’m Okay I keep telling them I’m fine it just M.S. Last time 3 people called 911 as they came in I had just finished paying and packing up my few things and people are pointing at me! I’m just trying to get the heck out of there! before they try to take me to the hospital! No matter how many times I tell them I’m fine it’s my M.S. acting up and my friend and our dog are waiting for me in the parking lot! No one is hearing or listening to me!! Jane walks in yells LEAVE HER ALONE!! grabs one of the bags and said lets go.Jane being all 5’1″ and 85 pounds if that, not one person tried to stop us, I think they were all in shock!
    Very glad you got through your shopping trip, without much drama! Hopping your having a great day:)

    • Oh goodness Mary! I’m glad you had Jane there to chase them all away LOL She sounds like a feisty one

      And after reading your experience, maybe it’s good no one stopped to ask how I was ….

  5. OMG! Even here in the aloof northeast, people stop and ask. What happened to that Southern hospitality? No one? That’s appalling! Why not next time, try to get a store scooter? I know, I know, it’s hard to consider — I was the same way — insisting I could do it, but realizing my legs just couldn’t. I really think that once you see how much better you feel, you’ll want to get that scooter every time. Just try it at least.
    That’s great about getting jobs as a photographer! Hope your day is relaxing.
    Peace,
    Muff

    • I know! I was surprised that no one stopped to inquire. In some places I think people would’ve stopped to ask – the smaller towns & such. I just couldn’t believe that not a single person stopped… not even a store employee. What if I had fallen because of a wet floor or something? The good thing is that I was fine. Just needed a breather for a minute. Next time I’m going to get one of the scooters and shop that way. I’ve never ridden on one so I hope I don’t knock down the displays LOL

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