Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Defeated by Grocery Shopping

"Some people meet people in the grocery store, but I get my tomatoes and I'm out." ~Ryan Seacrest

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.

Thanks to Hurricane Sandy and an upper respiratory infection, I am currently coming down off of a shoulder, rib cage, hips, and back flare....rheumatoid arthritis and fibromyalgia respectively.  However, life must go on for my family, which by the weekend includes my son going to his dad's house, my husband going to his dad's house (who is very ill....we go to relieve Chris' sister who is there 24/7) and taking along my other son/stepson because he needs to spend some time at PawPaw's house.  On Saturday, I had been down and out for 2 full days and thought I needed some fresh air and sunlight.  What better reason to get out of the house than to go to the grocery, right?  Go out with a purpose.

Grabbing the cart to have something to lean on, I began to meander through the store.  I didn't have a list, which is unusual for me, but looking back that should have been an indicator that I wasn't feeling up to this.  Normally I'm on a mission, but today due to the lack of list, I instead took to wandering through each aisle to see what we needed.  We have the mainstay items.  This week we were in need of snacks.  Two pre-teen boys require a lot of snacks....some healthy, some not. And I digress......

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.

 So, 2 hours later, a lot of  heavy breathing, crying, sweating....I make it to the check out counter.  At this point, I could care less that I'm over budget and I could care less how many fuel points I'm going to get out of this trip.  What I do care about is the bag boy.  The one who it seems I've interrupted his doing nothing to load a bag of dog food into my van.  And as we stand in the cold damp parking lot, with the back of my van opened, sitting in a handicapped spot.  He throws the bag of dog food in the van, looks at me and says, "Is that it?"


And if I had the energy I'd smack you in the back of the head for asking.
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.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012


(*adapted from the award winning musical "The Sound of Music)
"Let's start at the very beginning,
A very good place to start.
When you read you begin with
When you eat you begin with

The first three things I'll avoid to eat are
Red Meat

So, after the past couple of weeks I've had and especially the last 7 days in particular, I decided that it was times to start at the very beginning.  Per my lovely PA I am definitely having a hard time making the transition from Humira, which seems to be out of my system (really?! No shit!!) to the Enbrel that may take 4-6 weeks for me to really feel anything.  However, there's this flare up of fibromyalgia that seems to have come out of no where which makes it almost impossible to sleep deeply.  I sleep 2 hours at a time. Not to mention they gave me a steroid shot, which may mean that I won't get ANY sleep tonight.....just a typing maniac.

Any-who....that's where I'm backpedaling....where it comes to my fibro,  Ideally, I should be off of all pastas, potatoes, starch, carbs, etc and amping  up my proteins, fruits and veggies.  I was doing really well on this plan until I got fatty liver disease diagnosed and was told to cut back on the proteins in order to help manage my liver.  So, I am going to slowing ween myself back into this no carb high protein world.  I'm starting with dough as in all of them (pie, pizza, cookie, cake, bread.....anything that begins with a dough to make.)  Also giving up red meat, which really isn't that hard for me, unless you count like ballpark hotdogs.  Yumm-o.  Caffeine....this is a biggie.  No coffee, no tea, no Pepsi.....I guess that means more water.  I just have to make the change.

Also included is using things that I know are just naturally helpful.  Fresh tuna and Fresh salmon, turmeric, sweet potatoes...all have anti inflammatory properties that could really be used to my benefit as well as green tea. (sllluurrrrrrrppppp!!!!!  Ahhhh!!!!)

If you don't know where thinks went wrong then, well.....

Let's start from the very beginning. 

A very good place to start.

I'm on pain medication  that makes me say  things I'd never say otherwise.