I am now back home.
The nurse took me early and gave me the standard breathing tests, and then showed me into a room where she said the Nurse Practitioner would join me shortly.
The room was cold, so I propped the door open to let some warm air from the passageway work itself in.
After my appointment was over, I boogied over to CostCo. There were hundreds, if not thousands, of cars in the parking lot, but I found space reasonably close to the entrance.. There was no automated cart available.
I don't know if I have made it known, but one year ago I was almost immobilized by a sciatica problem in my left hip. I was undergoing physical therapy and using a walker. Once I was able to ditch the walker for short walks, I began using the automated carts at Sam's Club and CostCo. I have done that religiously since last year.
Today, however, I decided I'd grit it out with a push cart. The store was very busy and lots of elderly folks who don't look before pushing their carts out, or who believe they need to walk down the center of an aisle rather than let someone pass. (That's just me bitching about nothing, so ignore that part).
When I was done and got through checkout, I breezed out of the store, got to my car, which was parked next to a cart return. Unloaded, left the cart and began my drive home.
That's when I began to feel the effects of my "exercise". Nevertheless, I persevered and stopped at Sara's Roadside Produce stand and bought some fresh maters, squash, cucumber and corn.
And now I am home, car is unloaded, groceries put away -- and as my maternal grandfather used to say: "I be's tarred".
