Grocery shopping has always been the one thing I felt I could still manage on my own. I was still capable of bending to the lower shelves and reaching to the higher shelves. I could even manage to position the cart just right so that the dog food would fall almost exactly where I needed it to into the cart. During flares, I would take one of my kids or my husband to do any extra running back for forgotten things or to do the heavy lifting. But, I was still managing it.
All of that has now changed.
I can't handle the grocery shopping.
By the time I reached the toilet paper aisle, I couldn't lift it. Think about that for a minute....I couldn't lift a package of toilet paper.... At this point, I had come to the conclusion that I couldn't really lift anything above waist level or anything large and awkward that may be below waist level. When I tried, every muscle and joint from the waist up locked up and I was gripped with pain. And I still had to get milk, dog food, some 2 liters of soda....heavy things for me. And extremely painful things for me.
When I tried to lift the milk into my cart, I felt like I was going to fall to my knees. You know, that scene where milk spills everywhere and I just lay there waiting for the pain to pass. Now, that didn't really happen, but I could see it happening in my head. It took me a good 3 attempts to get a gallon of milk into my cart. And then I needed to get another gallon. Oy vey.
You're already here with me....obviously struggling....just help me load some groceries into my car.
If my children act that way. I will punch them. In the face.