Friday, April 3, 2015

FOOL'S ERRAND

Well, it has finally happened. I've reached that post-malady rubicon where acute stir-craziness has overridden any heeding of continued caution and such medically helpful restraints as common sense. Therefore I'm readying my still-hacking and sorry-looking self to attempt a brief excursion to the local grocery store.

I'd say my chances are 50/50. That is, I may or may not be capable of actually getting there, or of walking from truck to entrance across the parking lot if I do—and once inside, capable of pushing a cart around in a food-gathering circle and checking out afterwards. 

Chances of getting back to the truck, loading my purchases, driving home, unloading, and carrying the stuff inside is more on the order of 10/90, with the odds favoring failure. What troubles me is knowing exactly where along that sequence of events my ordeal is apt to deteriorate into a debacle.

I'm still so weak that just getting ready to go has left me exhausted. I feel like that old flashlight you keep in the glove box. You know, the cheap one you pull out when you have that flat you were never really expecting, and because you didn't believe one of your tires would have the effrontery to give up its air, you didn't pay attention to the light's batteries? So you toggle the thing on, and just as you get the jack set…the barely adequate light peters out and dims to a feeble yellow glow. 

Well, my current energy levels correlate depressingly to that flashlight. I can shine a little bit for a little while…then I become a dim and feeble yellow glow.

Yup, another fool's errand in the making. 
   

      

8 comments:

Moonmuser said...

I'm thinking you 've finally lost it....yep!

Grizz………… said...

Moonmuser…

You're assuming I had it to being with—probably a mistake. However, I made it there and back. Of course I had to come inside and rest a while before I could carry my groceries in…and then I had to take a second rest before my energy revived enough to put them away. But I eventually managed. The hardest thing, sometimes, is surviving myself.

Moonmuser said...

I guess you mean you couldn't wait another day. It is well known that men act goofy when they are sick...like, did you go to the doctor?? Oh, I didn't mean to sound like a Valley Girl just then, nor did I mean to lump you into a pigeonhole! Those of us who care about you and want you to get well, especially for church tomorrow, know that you are unique among individuals and that you indeed still have it, whatever it is! :)

Gail said...

HI GRIZZ - glad to read you made it there and back - although it seemed like it was with great effort - this 'thing' you have hit you hard and is holding you down. :-( I hope you make it to see your grand daughter tomorrow and that you are able to do so with some ease. Happy Easter to you and yours
Love Gail
peace.....

Grizz………… said...

Moonmuser…

Nope. Couldn't wait. Needed groceries. Needed to get out. We are all unique individuals…though some of us are more peculiarly unique than others.

Grizz………… said...

Gail…

In knew it was going to be an effort. I'm still to weak and feeling too bad to expect otherwise. But I made it and seem to escaped punishment for my sins. I do intend, if there's breath in my body, to go to her first Easter Sunday church service with my darling grandbaby! Bet on it!

Happy Easter to you—though I know you're dealing with your niece and all. You're in my prayers.

Gail said...

Hi Grizz - Me thinks you have me confused with another woman in your life - when you have all these ladies close to you you have to keep the details with whom they belong :-0) Perhaps the lovely lady with the niece problems was also the woman who had surgery. Hmmmmmm. Happy Easter and AI loved your Facebook post
Love Gail
peace......

Grizz………… said...

Gail...

Well, again you were right and I was wrong, fooled by the same Facebook deal of an item, not yours, appearing within your post. Sorry. I didn't pay close enough attention. And this is why I almost never do anything via Facebook, because I only barely and partially understand it's workings. The Luddite's lament. šŸ˜Ž