Pfffft. Last night, I made hubby drive me to Wally World just before it closed. I had hoped to be the only shopper or one of a handful throughout the store at that late hour. (Foot/leg thing is becoming expensive. I now need wraps [compression does not work in my world] and an ever-changing assortment of socks and footwear to accommodate whatever is happening each day.)
I get there, a few others arrive, and still more are milling about the place. They seemed to be having fun, but they were always blocking my travel through the store. I was already wearing flip flops, the only soled footwear that fit yesterday, and the straps were gouging me and causing blisters. I hobbled along, hoping they would not see my mismatched wraps (word to the wise: always buy the same brand unless you like odd stripes). So I ended up with a floor length dress that will cover everything but forgot the super stretchy socks that will cover wraps. Today, I expect delivery of better socks and slippers that can, in a pinch, fill in as closed footwear. I need them for my one planned gig day. If they do not arrive today, I will think of something.... Who knows when I can get to the other job, its flights of stairs, and the occasional creeps who must be tolerated instead of blasted. Blasting feels good and might accomplish some preventive good for others who would not have to deal with that later. It is also cause for dismissal. Being bade to leave the premises immediately and permanently would not feel good. But my health would be better. But I would not have a job .
So that is today's long rant. On the brighter side, all my discomforts are common for the condition and the treatment. I am not alone.
My garden in England is full of eating-out places, for heat waves, warm September evenings, or lunch on a chilly Christmas morning. (Mary Quant)