Meet Blanche!

I can’t with today. 

Foot is throwing a significant tantrum. I tried to be normal the past two days and do yard work, get some fresh air and sun. Now Foot (maybe I should give it a name. Or is it maybe for the CRPS? Whatever. Blanche! I have an Aunt Blanche, and Blanche was hilarious on the Golden Girls) feels like it’s being yanked apart at the joints and crushed. Throw burning tingling in for some Emeril-like flourish. She also is turning purple and screaming more intensely when not elevated. I’m sorry Blanche, but sometimes elevation is not good for us. 

The self checkout clerk brought me a cart without asking if I wanted one and put it in my way. She had this self satisfied look on her face like she’d done good. Turns out, I had to walk ten or twelve yards more than I would have had to otherwise, and she had to return the mart cart. 
However, woe be unto you if you reject well intentioned actions or words, because your thoughts and feelings about the situation don’t matter. You’ll get chastised for not being able to see it from their side or accept their love or something, and get called a harsh person. All that matters is they did “their best” to come out looking like a hero of the day in your “broken, screwed up” life. 

It’s irrelevant if, when you were a fountain of love, a lot of people gave you weird looks for being cheery. 

Hmmm, seems like good intentions are something like opinions.