I went to Costco today. I did. But not alone. My new glasses have been ready since the day before my hysterectomy and didn’t have enough poof to get there before now. They are very nice frames and I would take a picture but the rest of me looks like the wreck of the hesperus. My mom used to say she looked like the wreck of the hesperus and now I say it. I wonder where she picked it up? See? This is the sort of shit you want to ask people after they die.
I will not be showing a picture of my new glasses. Maybe another day. I bought only 8 items at Costco and my husband lifted and carried all of them except the raspberries and Gaviscon. The optical lady and I had a good laugh because we figured I should get one of those automated scooters. I didn’t. When we got home the entire neighbourood was full of smoke because a neighbour was burning a fire so big that you could see it over the fence. I try not to begrudge people burning but it is wicked on my asthma. My inhaler costs $160.00 a month. Thankfully, I have extended benefits that pays for part of it. Anyway, the fire trucks ended up showing up and now the fire is out.
I am feeling pretty good. Not sleeping at night and very tired during the day. I slept until 1:00 this afternoon. The only reason I woke up is because my husband feared me dead and came to check on me. Apparently after a hysterectomy, even when you keep your ovaries your hormones go all wacky. You ovaries go through a time where they shut down so that probably explains why my sleep/wake cycle is a mess.
Norbert is sleeping in the Costco box. I mostly get the box for him. Carrying stuff is secondary.