July 2008

We went to a Swapmeet on Sunday. I really love the swapmeets. One of the first things I saw was a display of staffs, $5, any size. The cane I had bought at WalMart wasn't any help, but I thought astaff might be. I chose one exactly my height, and when my hip started hurting, it was truly good for taking some of the weight. A little more than one aisle, (I think there were four, total, but very long, about a city block) Dieter had left me. Normally, that's okay. It allows me to browse at my own pace, and buy without static from him. Anyway, I saw him about ten booths down, and motioned for him to come back, but he just turned and walked away, as part of his power game. He should know I wouldn't call him back unless I needed him. Luckily there was a chair, and I sat down. After a time, the booth owner came over and asked if I was okay. I said not really, and I needed her to page my husband. They paged him, and security came, too. They wanted to call EMTs, but I said I just needed to get home and take my pain med. I'd felt so good, I'd come away without it. Actually I'd left it in the car, but that's kind of TMI. If I could just get Dieter to come back and help me, I knew everything would be fine. Anyway, the schmuck heard the page and ignored it. He was only ten booths down, but I couldn't see him. About 15 minutes later, they paged him again, and this time they added, "Your wife isn't feeling well," and he came. Today he said we should go to another swapmeet. I told him I'm not ready to go out with him because I can't depend on him.