And I say that in the most Christian way possible.
Spent the morning being infused at the center. One unit today and the port-a-cath makes a world of difference. No pain at all. No more poking or prodding to find a good viable vein. The stress, discomfort of the surgery and post surgical TLC was worth it in the end.
I then dodged raindrops, braced against strong winds only to discover - at the very last shopping venue, mind you - that someone (with more money than brains) in their Cadillac SUV had hemmed my car into the parking spot.
Seems they had to park on my left (closer to the door, dontcha know) although there were many other spots around my car. He/‘she hemmed me in so that I couldn’t get into the driver’s side door. Their monstrosity was no more than 4 inches from my side mirror. AND, they parked at an angle, which would make it even trickier to get out of the space once I got inside the car.
I finally managed to get inside by climbing over from the passenger seat - that alone did a number on my bad back. I felt like a reject from Cirque du Soleil. Fortunately, there were no packages on the front seats, so that made things less complicated. Once situated, it took 4 or 5 various maneuvers of the car to eventually get out of the spot without causing damage. Yes, it was that close. But I did it.
I wrote a note and put it under the wiper of the jerk’s car. Not that they’ll give a damn, but it made me feel better. I also took down the license plate number, JIC I see the prick again.
Then I came home and designed and printed a bunch of these cards. I remember something similar when I lived in NJ, they were mostly angry photocopied post-it notes, up until now, hadn’t the need of them here. Times have changed. I kind of like the idea of leaving them behind although a part of me would love to be around when the assholes get back and read the things. How would they react? I wonder.
Needless to say that the food stuffs ordered from the Amish store for Easter were never retrieved. Neither Deb nor I got a chance to get back there to pick up our orders. Her mother had surgery and I was in no condition to travel at that point, anyway. I called the store today and was told that I would still have to pay the balance owed on the rabbits (which were a special order) but the other items could be picked up at any time. I still have my receipt and I hope Deb has her, too. Who knows?
With our lives in such chaos back then, if she had the presence of mind to stuff the receipts in her purse or, as I do, put them under a magnet on the refrigerator.
I’ll ask her when she returns from PA this weekend with her parents in tow. Recovery at the beach is always the best medicine, and we all know that to be true. If so, we can take a ride to the store in the near future - before Memorial Day Madness - and get the other things we originally wanted for ourselves. I think we could both use the break and a festive little outing on the back roads of Delaware.
I’d love to take a long ride but afraid to do it alone in case something happened. I’d not want to be the cause of an accident or do harm to anyone else on the road, if you get my drift.
And so it goes.