Three biggies yesterday.
Clinic. Almost three hours to pick up drugs. Lesson learned: Make appointment for anything medical. Does it really take that long to pick four teeny containers from a shelf and add a sign in sheet to a clip board? This comes under the category beggars can't be choosers. I ask why not?
Library. By now the wind has kicked up considerably. I am a big fan of breezes. Use caution when cane dependent is a mild warning. Poor old leg was screaming in more than usual agony. Reward? A book (Am I allowed to use the word "tome"? I've always wanted to.) I've had on hold for almost three months. Yippee!
Big Box. A lady, who I have deemed ker-a zee, went off on me in the parking lot. By this time I am at least an hour and a half overdue for pain meds and I am fighting back tears. A voice screams out: You should have a wheelchair! Why don't you have a wheelchair?! Before I can begin the condensed parking lot friendly response she continues: You have no business in a public place if that's as fast as you can go!
Yikes! I'm not sure if I personally offended her or if she just loathes the disabled in some general sense. Hurrying up is not an option for me. I kept my head low and mumbled: I hope you never get old. This is where she proved up on my diagnosis of nuts-oh: OLD! Did you hear that? That fat fart is calling me old! The nerve of some people!!
Indeed.
Clinic. Almost three hours to pick up drugs. Lesson learned: Make appointment for anything medical. Does it really take that long to pick four teeny containers from a shelf and add a sign in sheet to a clip board? This comes under the category beggars can't be choosers. I ask why not?
Library. By now the wind has kicked up considerably. I am a big fan of breezes. Use caution when cane dependent is a mild warning. Poor old leg was screaming in more than usual agony. Reward? A book (Am I allowed to use the word "tome"? I've always wanted to.) I've had on hold for almost three months. Yippee!
Big Box. A lady, who I have deemed ker-a zee, went off on me in the parking lot. By this time I am at least an hour and a half overdue for pain meds and I am fighting back tears. A voice screams out: You should have a wheelchair! Why don't you have a wheelchair?! Before I can begin the condensed parking lot friendly response she continues: You have no business in a public place if that's as fast as you can go!
Yikes! I'm not sure if I personally offended her or if she just loathes the disabled in some general sense. Hurrying up is not an option for me. I kept my head low and mumbled: I hope you never get old. This is where she proved up on my diagnosis of nuts-oh: OLD! Did you hear that? That fat fart is calling me old! The nerve of some people!!
Indeed.
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