Saturday is grocery shopping day. Up and out the door by 10am. I start at the product section and make my way around the store until I reach the dairy section. It used to take me 20 minutes from start to finish. Over the years as pain and stiffness increased and it's now taking nearly an hour. I hobble thru each aisle, up and down, around, barely able to reach the top shelf, and unable to reach the bottom shelves.
By the time I'm done with the grocery shopping I'm tired, sore, and in need of a nap. My dignity and pride prohibit me from using the motorized cart intended for disabled persons. My hubby thinks that's ridiculous since I am far within my rights to use it, but he's not the one sitting in the seat, beeping that tiny horn at someone so you can reach the spaghetti sauce.
My life is limited in so many ways. As time moves on and days move forward I'm more and more reliant on
others to help me with basic errands and chores. I can't clean house,
so I accept the attempts my hubby and son make to get this house clean. I
barely cook dinner after work. I love cooking and baking but it's so
hard to stand in the kitchen, stirring and chopping. It hurts my back,
legs, and hands. What more can arachnoiditis take from me?
I try not to think this or say it out loud because I think of my arachoiditis like an evil demon standing over my shoulder who will answer me, "What more you say, muahahaha let me show you!!! (thunder claps, lightening strikes, and the lights go black as he storms off to ruin my life).
