It started with tobacco.

Morning all, I’m curled up at the desk, and am swallowing tea like its a gift from the gods. I’ve had a 2 hour nap, and am kind of fuzzy headed. There is a history podcast from the Viking period in my ears.

In the wee hours of the morning, my beloved asked me to run to one of the local gas stations for some tobacco. I agreed, and headed to the store. I grabbed a coffee (tactical error) and made his tobacco order. I also grabbed one of my own bags of tobacco and headed out. The coffee was foul. I have spent too many hours watching a certain British Barista. James Hoffman has screwed me over.

I then made the mistake of checking my watch. There was a text from my beloved mentioning donuts… I barely scanned it, and headed to the car. Okay, I will head to the other place which has better donuts. I arrive, and I mistook his message to mean he wanted powdered donuts.


I grabbed the wrong donuts. I also grabbed the rest of his tobacco order, another bag of mine, paid and headed home. It wasn’t until I hit the restroom at home, that he informed me of the error of my ways.

FFS. Snarling at each other through the closed bathroom door was fun, but I was starting to really throb from my adventures so far.

He then sent me a message asking me to pick up some pizzas, milk and the right donuts. Okay, I took a break, and headed out. However, before I made it to the door, he wanted cans of chili for the pizza. He meant chili the stuff you eat in a bowl with cheese and saltines… not chili peppers and not chili sauce.

Crap. The convenience store I was going to didn’t have canned chili. I said that I would see what I could do. I knew what was coming, and I knew that by the time I was done, I’d be in a crap ton of pain. My XP levels were already low, and this would put me in the red.

I grabbed some breakfast at a drive through first. I got enough for both of us, but knew that by the time I got home his breakfast would be cold. He’d already had 2 hissy fits this morning, the sun was up, and it was too peoply out there. I was feeling petty.

No, I did not get him a hashbrown. I was feeling really petty.

I ate in the parking lot of the big blue mega company. To get his list, I would put about 1750 “steps” on the watch while in the wheel chair. I got the chair out, parked my blue gingham covered butt in it, and locked the Beastie.

Rolling into the store, I knew, I knew that I would regret this. First stop, the deli and the bakery. I sat in my chair and glared at the coleslaw in the cooler. It was way too tall for me to grab. I sighed and went to the bakery.

The donuts were hiding, but I found them at last. He wanted the glazed ones with frosting and filling. He wanted fruit filling. They didn’t have any of those left. Crap. I grabbed the last creme filled donuts in the store, whacked them in the cart, and headed for the pizza.

Frozen food held way too many temptations. They have the almighty eggrolls, the corndogs, and all sorts of delicious will-put-me-in-an-early-grave foods. Then again, my breakfast was trying to do that already. Knowing that his breakfast was cooling in the passenger seat. I grabbed 3 pizzas, and rolled on.

It took awhile to find the damned chili. I grabbed bottom of the barrel, cheap arse generic chili in the can. It’s the crap he likes. I also grabbed some generic Velveeta, and headed to the milk aisle. I yanked his milk into the cart, but I was craving hotdogs. So, I headed up the processed meat lane, found some of those… and my wheelchair yeeted me and my cart into the back to school section.

Underneath my bed at home was a significant pens, notebooks, and book stash. My Husband’s breakfast was getting cold. I reviewed the shelves with enthusiasm. I didn’t get any, but I looked. I also went through the artsy fartsy happy crappy aisles. I even went through the yarn section.

Finally, I made it to checkout, the sweet cashier lady helped me reload the cart. I paid and left. I spent less than 35 dollars. When I headed home, the cute little neighborhood kidlings were all lined up for the bus. Eek, I’m not ready for the babies to have grown so much this year. I smiled, waved, and headed to the house.

My beloved, for the first time in a long time, opened the big garage door for me. At this point, I couldn’t grab the back hatch of the car to close it. My arms wouldn’t make the movement. I hauled the groceries in, asking him to shut the car.

I gave him his breakfast, headed to the necessary, and my arms just throbbed.

Now, I was feeling petty. I did let his breakfast get cooler. I also took my time. I was wheeling myself through the store, I took as many breaks as I could. Loading the cart was not fun. I survived the slolum of people and aisles.

Once I left the necessary, I put the pizzas away. I grabbed my headphones, and I crawled into bed with a podcast.

I know he came in to offer me something. But I couldn’t reply. My body said, UM no. After a couple of hours, I woke up. My health or xp bar, it’s still really low. Yet, I’m proud of myself. I did something I didn’t think my body was able to do.

Meanwhile, I think it’s time to head back to bed. There are more podcasts to lull me to sleep. I will bug you again tomorrow. Gentle squishy hugs my friends. Take care please. -L


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