The first thing I wanted to do when I got discharged is to eat something I can sorta taste. And since Kat and I go to mexican restaurants 99.9% of the time, I knew I wouldn't have to beg too much.
We get to the restaurant, and it's my first time outside with my walker. I'm a bit self-conscience. But it's not too busy, so it's a good first outing. The salsa was probably good, but at least I could taste spiciness....I'm feeling alive again.
Then something very curious happens. A guy comes into the restaurant and stops at every table asking people something. When he finally gets to us, he asks if we would like to donate to something....I look at him and point at my walker and asked him the same thing. Afterall, I have a deductible....Looks like I have a "walker license", too.
We head to the grocery next. I'm shuffling around with Kat following, pushing the cart. After we get to the third aisle or so, I hear her quietly laughing. When I look at her, she says, "Every old person who passes us, looks at you with sympathy." That's it, next time I'm writing up a shopping list and staying home.
I told everyone who called me or came to see me that I didn't want a lot of sympathy. I'm still Mary. You still need to tease me and treat me like normal. I still love to laugh and do all the things I did before this. I just have to learn to adjust a few things.
And figure out where to buy a cane with a sword hidden in it.
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