Excuse me while I whine a little

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This bear makes me feel just a little bit better.

I haven't been posting, reading, or commenting on Steemit very much in recent days. That is because I have not felt well. Apparently, a chronic condition decided to flare up, and left me feeling as if someone had inserted a vacuum wand into my body and removed every ounce of energy. There were little tasks all over my house, just begging to be done, and most of them would have taken 5 minutes or less, but I just walked right on by, headed for my bed or a recliner.

Tuesday was possibly the worst. I probably shouldn't have been driving, but I had an appointment with my doctor that day, and he got to see just how non-functioning I can be. When asked, I couldn't even decide which pharmacy should fill my prescription. Unfortunately, I also had an appointment with a car dealership to get an idiot light checked out on the dashboard of my car. I left the vehicle there and walked through two parking lots to a nearby grocery store where I could pick up my prescription and then do some shopping.

The only drawback to that plan was having to figure out what to do with my cart full of purchases while I walked back to the car dealership to retrieve my wheels. Somewhere in the depths of my foggy brain I remembered being able to leave a cart somewhere at the store in a similar situation some time ago. I inquired first at the lone checkstand by the entrance nearest the auto place. The cashier politely told me she couldn't watch it for me. So I pushed my cart to the opposite end of the store (it felt like three miles that day) to inquire at the customer service counter. But because I could not think, I walked right past the customer service counter and went on out the door at that end of the building. I stood outside in the sunshine, watching people and employees going about their business, and wondering if I ought to just push the cart all the way to the auto service building.

After several minutes of mindless staring, I pulled myself together and steered my cart back into the store and up to the self-checkout area, which was being supervised by a clerk who knows me slightly. I explained my transportationless predicament, and she promptly parked my full cart in the empty checkout lane next to the self checkout area, taping a note on it in case anybody wondered why it was there.

That accomplished, I made my way across the parking lots to retrieve my vehicle. Alas, all parts were not on hand, and I have to take it back again. When the service department called me while I was at the store, I had been unable to make a decision on when to do so. But I thought about it while I wended my way through the parked cars, and decided on tomorrow. At least I am feeling a little bit better now, and I hope my brain is functioning adequately when I get up in the morning.

I envy people who never have to wonder how many times they are going to wake up during the night, or whether they will feel rested in the morning. I've not had those luxuries for many years.

Please resist the urge to offer any medical advice, no matter how tempted you are to do so. Somewhere in my file cabinet lies a lengthy list titled "All You Need to do Is......" and it contains most of the free advice I received many years ago when I first began to experience health problems. It was all well- intended, I'm sure. But even if I gave each suggestion a 6-month trial, I'd be dead before I reached the bottom of the list. I quit adding to it quite some time ago, or else it would be even longer.

Frankly, I'm not sure why I decided to write in such graphic detail about feeling unwell and not being able to think. I suppose a bit of transparency is not always bad. Perhaps someone else out there will be encouraged to know they are not the only one who doesn't always feel marvelous. Now I'm going to take a nap!