After a lovely shower, some clean clothes, and the emptying of the dishwasher and trash, I was off to the grocery. I chanted to myself the entire way there (which is basically across a parking lot) "Use the scooter. Use the scooter. Use the scooter."
I parked, grabbed my list and reusable bags, and made my way into the store.
Now a smart person would have turned right around and driven the four and a half seconds home (really...I'm not kidding about the distance, kids. You can SEE the damn grocery store from my front window!), but this is me we're talking about.
So I made my way through the store and got what I needed and ended up making it home with five bags.
Five lousy bags.
I was sooooo careful to not overload myself, and on the first trip I nicely balanced a heavy bag and a light bag in my right hand and used my left to hold on to the handrail and pull myself right up the steps.
The second trip was two medium bags, and I made it up...slowly...but nevertheless got where I needed to go.
On the third trip, I only had one very light bag and a few pieces of mail that I retrieved from the box. I was doing great...a little sweaty and winded...but I was being so very careful and taking my time when
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD WHAT IS THAT PAIN IN MY RIGHT CALF AND WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE SOMEBODY IS STABBING ME WITH A RED HOT POKER?!?!
I think I pulled a muscle.
Or several dozen muscles.
All I know is that my right calf hurts so bad that I think it's going to be a year and a half before I can walk on that leg again.
Good thing I got the darn groceries.
OK. I'm going to go onto the Amazon to get the bloody cart thingie that you all recommended, and then I'm going to create a Match.com profile that says "Portly spinster looking for gentleman companion who will take her grocery shopping once a week and cart her bags up a flight of eighteen steps for her. Must love needlework and oddballs who blather on endlessly about their deceased pets named Stewey. A resemblance to Jeffrey Dean Morgan is helpful but not mandatory. Mental health professionals in need of test subjects strongly encouraged to apply."
It's not easy being me.
Tonight I am perched in the Happy Chair with ice packs and Tylenol and lots of ice water and stitching. I hope your Monday has been muscle pull free and that your needles are flying!