Sunday, September 20
I went grocery shopping today.
Everything was fine until I packed the bags at the checkout and realized I couldn’t lift them into the cart.
So I tried one, being the stubborn mule that I am, and searing pain is the best thing to describe the feeling I felt across my chest.
To make matters worse, a little old lady, in a walker, no less, tried to help me.
I felt so pathetic, I started to cry. So the cashier helped me and my 10 year old daughter said, “Don’t cry, mommy…I will help you”
I cried all the way to the car. Then I stopped crying, to ask the man pushing the carts in the parking lot to help me.
And then I cried all the way home.