No Thanks

I went to Wal-mart today to get a few items.  I was in line behind an older woman.  She was trying to stretch over the cart to reach things, so I stepped up to help her.

I smiled at her and said, “Boy it’s really hard to reach this stuff sometimes!”  She gave me an ice cold smile back and said “Thanks, I’ll get it myself”.  I was in the process of handing her some stuff, and when I looked up after hearing that, and saw her ice cold eyes, I immediately dropped the item back in her cart, and walked back to my own cart.  She never looked back at me once.  The cashier gave me a quick look like geez, what’s up with that?

I was just trying to help her.  I help people at the Wal-mart all the time.  Heck, I even loaded up all my ex in-laws groceries for them one time.  Even though I have problems with my hip myself, as long as I can walk, I will help people.  If I see an elderly person emptying their cart into their trunk, I help.  I take their cart back.  I try to smile at the store clerks working there, many of whom are elderly people just trying to make it with their minimum wage job.  Heck, we’re all in this together, right?

I don’t know why that lady didn’t want me to help her.  For a minute I thought maybe she had something embarrassing in her cart, but she didn’t.  She didn’t look like a mean old lady.  Maybe she just doesn’t like people touching her stuff.  But wow, did she have a look!

Next time I guess I will ask first!

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Hot guy in a pick ’em up truck

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So.  Something happened to me today.  I THINK it was a good thing.  Although in this day and age, who knows.  What happened?  Well it all started with a hot guy in a pickup truck….

After swim class this morning I ran into the Wal-Mart quick, with sweats on, wet hair and no makeup on. After unloading my groceries in my car in the rain I went to put the cart back across the aisle.  A man in a pickup waved me across, so I went.  He waited, and then he waved me back across the aisle again. Then he rolled down his window and said, “Excuse Ma’am, but are you married?”  I was stunned and didn’t know what to say, so I said yes I’m married. Then he said “Well he sure is a lucky man!”, and looked at me very appreciatively.  I stuttered out a thank you and got in my car.  I sat there for a few minutes, thinking the man must have been insane.  He was very good looking!  Was he blind? Not that I could tell.  His eyes were stunning, I think that’s why I was so tongue tied.  I love eyes.  And teeth.  Love good teeth.  He had dark hair and gold eyes and a big white smile, with all his teeth (hey, this is in the Wal-Mart parking lot!)

I shook my head, and then thought up all the witty things I should have said.  Things like, “Hang out here often?”  “Wanna get a burger at Blue Top?”  (The Culvers in front).  “What made you stop?  The wet hair rain drizzle look?”  “Did you like my hip action?  It’s my limp from my new hip replacement”.  Boy, I am one sexy momma out there!

Is this the new dating world?  Men in pickups checking out chicks in the Walmart parking lot?  It crossed my mind to go look for him and tell him, NO, I’m NOT married!  But then I thought, maybe he was a predator of some sort.  I mean, get real, from my description, why would a guy hit on me like that unless he wanted to tie me up and….gulp.  Ok, I’ve read too many books on that subject.  He wasn’t sparkly like a vampire (but it WAS raining), and he wasn’t all furry like a werewolf (but it was day time), and he didn’t look alien or like he had super powers.  He looked….normal.

So.  I’m just going to think of it as a compliment, and next time I go to the Wal-Mart, I’m going to style my hair and put some makeup on.  Who knows what can happen then?

What do you think?  Do you think he was normal, or something else?  I would love to hear your thoughts!

The incredible edible leg

turkeylegYep. That leg. That same leg that keeps causing me trouble.  I’m not sure whether to laugh or cry at this point.  I do have some graphic pics posted so if you don’t like blood, turn away my friend.

I had another surgery on Thursday to clean things out again.  Thought it was doing well, Not draining much, not like the last time.  Well, that was soon to change.

I had a massive bleed yesterday afternoon unexpectedly, scared the shit out of me.  My leg felt like a feast for coven of vampires.

I had been driving to the movie theatre.  My first excursion in a month!  When I got there, I got out of the car, and stood there stupidly looking at a puddle of blood on my seat.  Then I felt the drips down my leg.  I opened my pants right there in the parking lot and looked inside, and oh my…….this is what I saw:

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I didn’t know what to do.  My first thought was that maybe it wasn’t so bad and I could go inside and put some paper towels on it and go see the movie.  Then I felt my side, and oh my……this is what I saw:

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So now that option was gone.  I started to feel light-headed at that point, so much blood.  Should I call 911, standing here in a parking lot?  Where are the damn ER’s in Lake County?  Lake Forest Hospital was at least 45 minutes away.  Then I remembered the Vista ER in Lindenhurst by my doctor’s office.  So I got back in the car and started driving.

I called my sister.  My poor sister.  Bout gave her a heart attack, again.  She was at the Wal-Mart and said she would meet me there.  Then she called back again, wanting me to pull over in case I passed out or something.  But I am stubborn and just kept driving, I figured I could get to the ER faster than an ambulance would get to me.

So I get there and go limping in the door with my cane.  As I walked up to the counter a bunch of bloody napkins I had stuffed in my pants fell on the floor.  The receptionists called for help right away and I was taken to a room immediately.  So remember that trick next time you go to the ER, cuts down on waiting time, lol.

The nurse helped me out of my bloody clothes and into a gown.  I was more concerned with getting the white sheets all bloody than my own leg I think.  At that point my sister and Bri arrived, and Bri stood right by my side the whole time, checking on the blood.  She loves blood and guts.  We are hoping she will be a doctor when she grows up!  At 4 she is very good already!  She was upset she didn’t have her Doc McStuffins kit with her, lol.

Doc came in, took all the bandaging off, cleaned it up, put pressure on it until it stopped bleeding, rebandaged me up, and sent me on my way.  He said it was from all the build up of fluid from the surgery etc, it just decided to all come out at once.  Who knows.  It bled for awhile longer, then slowed.

So, at that point, I was hungry.  My sister, niece, Bri and I went next door to a restaurant and had some lunch, and then I drove myself home.

I did lay down and be still etc. etc.  But then the Hawks were playing last night, so I decided to go to the local pub and watch them.  I did fine, no excessive bleeding, although I was prepared this time with extra clothes and bandages in the car.

This morning things were still doing ok.  So I went to that damn movie.  Man of Steel.  I am Woman of Steel.

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Riding the Wal-Mart express

I’m not ashamed to admit it.  I’m a Wal-Mart shopper.  Gone are the days of Marshall Fields/Macy’s.  Even Kohl’s.  In this economy, a single girl is lucky to have a roof over her head and food on the table and in the kitty bowl.  Especially a girl with a few serious health issues and no job.   A girl who spent thousands and thousands of dollars on her animals last year, only to have them die.  All of them.

But hey, life is hard all over, for everybody!  And I love Wal-Mart!  I do wish more things were made in the U.S.A. instead of overseas, but hey, that is partly the shopper’s fault.  Cause we are looking for cheap.  And cheap is what we get.  Not the best quality, but good for electronics, socks, underwear, and groceries (but not the meat!).

I think most everybody knows I’ve been dealing with some serious back issues.  The past few months I have been basically housebound and can hardly walk.  I really missed going anywhere, especially my weekly trip to Wal-Mart.  But lo and behold….Wal-Mart has scooters!  Motorized scooter with baskets!  Yes!  I am freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!  I can actually BROWSE without falling over or having to go sit down in the bathroom on a toliet just to rest my aching back/leg!  Before I started using the scooter, I’ve actually had cashiers there ask me if they should call an ambulance, lol, because I am in so much pain, and sweaty, and can barely check out in a rush to just get to my car and collapse.  How embarrassing.  I never thought I would end up like this.  Never in a million years.  I’ve seen those scooters there before, but never gave them a second glance.  I thought they were for old cripples.

Well guess what.  I am a cripple.  At least for now.  Hopefully I will be getting my back surgery soon and on the road to recovery, finally.  It’s been a long haul, and very difficult for me.  Lots of tears and worry and stress.  I may look fine on the outside, but I am crying on the inside.  Tears of a Clown.   And yes, I am embarrassed to ride the scooter, and pray to the dear Lord I don’t run into anybody I know.  I have run into a few people, but that was an accident due to driver error, lol.

I do understand now how hard it is to navigate in this world as a handicapped person.  I’ve always been one to help someone with a door or pushing a cart to the car.  Now I am so grateful when someone does the same for me.

So if you see me at the Wal-Mart, wave, and then run quickly into the next aisle before I run you over.  Don’t worry that I will follow you, I will be  happy that you just waved and moved on with the awkward questions/answers.