Today, for the first time (that I remember anyway) I used one of the
electric carts to do my shopping at the grocery store.

My hips and knees aren't doing too bad, but I've had a chest cold and
allergies and the wind won't stop blowing.  My asthma keeps kicking into
overdrive.  Or maybe the overdrive is from the 20-30 mg of prednisone I've
been having to take to damp down the asthma.

So sitting home like I probably should doesn't feel like an option either.
Pred energy bursts.  Without the corresponding real energy to back it up.

Took me three trips to get into the car with my purse and car keys and
list.  Then I sat a while and caught my breath.  Drove to the garden shop
and bought some of the stuff where you just have to get slips of paper and
pay and then they load you up at the warehouse.  (Sure hope the yard guy
shows up.)

Sat some more and rested, then headed to Wally World.  With the condition
for myself I'd only stay if I could find a parking spot close reasonably
quickly.  Got the spot, rested some more and headed inside.  And stood
there and looked at the cart.  Then looked at the store and my list.
Figured it just wasn't happening if I had to walk all over the store, and
it seemed a shame to get that far and give up.  So I took the cart.

I had a pleasant ride wheeling about the store and got what I needed.

And thought that once upon a time, using that handicapped cart would have
felt like a defeat and a loss.

Now it just felt like an accomplishment.  I may even have enough energy
left to assemble dinner.  I hope so because of course I'm starving.

Jo