I finally got dressed for the first time all day at 5:30 PM. I used my walker to go out and get the mail. Just that short walk had me soaked in sweat.
I really wanted to take the garbage out, so came back in the apartment and switched to my power chair. I decided I needed to go somewhere in my power chair to get a breeze and dry out.
Hmmmm…I could go look at books and kid clothes at DI! Then I had the odd thought….what if they get robbed when I am there? I chalked that thought up to being crazy from today’s sickness and I toodled off.
My first obstacle was a vacuum truck between me and the corner. They had a big diameter hose right across the sidewalk. I waited awhile and a guy came out to lift the hose so I could go under. So much for going fast enough to catch a breeze. Also, it was 99° with glaring sun.
But ohhhhhhh….how fantastic to get inside Deseret Industries and enjoy their air conditioning! I did my usual tour…plus sized clothes, cookbooks, kid books, kitchen stuff and kid clothes.
There was yelling…and it kept getting louder. I thought of my robbery premonition and decided I really was just being crazy….but I went to the very back of the store.
After all that “window shopping”, I was ready to go home. I got to the handicapped accessible door to discover lots of cops standing outside, in front of it. I focused my eyes and saw a woman with her hands behind her back, in handcuffs, rolling around on the sidewalk and cursing.
Ummmm….now what do I do? I watched a guy with a baby use those doors, so I got brave and pushed the automatic door button. A cop then opened the second door for me. I thanked him and realized there were 5 cop cars out front! I booked it the partial block home.
But….the vacuum guys were still there and I had to wait for one to see me and lift the humongous hose.
Geezum Crow!!!!! Was I ever happy to get back in my building!
There was a community potluck going on and people kept ambushing me in the hallways to say hi and chat. The manager stopped and I told him about the clouds of smoke I found in my apartment a few days ago. He suggested moving me to another apartment! Yikes….it would be the apartment that the guy who died of flesh eating virus used to live in. I am told not to worry…he got it in the hospital and died in the hospital. Shudder….
Well, some excitement after my sick day, and something new to think about….