Today I went to my local town - Alton in Hampshire. I was hobbling along and going slowly but glad to be out of the house at last. I did some shopping ( only a bit because I can't carry much) then went into Café Nero and bought a large take - out Cappuccino (but skinny milk to make up for the fact it was large?!?!) I managed to take the lid off the coffee and add some sweetener and give it a stir, then picked it up, handbag on shoulder and bag on the same hand, coffee in the other and lost my balance and nearly fell flat on my face as I was so wobbly going down the steps. BUT.. hurrah! managed it somehow without spilling a drop and was on my way.
Outside the heavens opened and down came the rain so I went straight to an alleyway which was undercover, for shelter .So, there I was, quite happily sipping my coffee and watching the world go by. I was wearing jogging bottoms (clean and quite new. but not trousers - cant do zips and buttons very well) trainers ( got inserts as my feet have collapsed so can't wear anything else) and a jacket, open ( cant do the zip up. Hands won't let me)
Then along came a lady with a purse in her hand and rushed up to me and at the last minute said" Oh, sorry, I saw you holding the cup and thought you were asking for money". I stood there, then nearly laughed out loud but on the way home in the car I fought back tears and fell into the house, pleased husband was not in and flopped, totally deflated, sobbing my heart out.
So, there you have it. Laugh, or cry... is it just me? Can you all relate?) Rheumatoid Arthritis is tough sometimes. Tomorrow is another day.