Today I have to drive. It hurts.

Today I have to drive 20 mins. into town. That may not seem like much to some, but to me it’s a lot. Driving hurts for starters. I have to grocery shop and my hips don’t want to let me walk today, so I have to try and figure out how I’m going to shop alone with my crutches. My husband has to work so I’m on my own.

Carrying groceries hurts.

We don’t look sick but what does sick look like? It doesn’t always mean we have to be in a wheelchair or with some sort of medical device to be sick. That’s not what qualifies us. But people judge. I have a handicapped parking pass. I’ve been lucky enough not to have anyone confront me, but I’ve heard a lot of stories of those who’ve had to deal with that. I’ve had some looks but I just smile and keep going.

Today I have to drive 20 mins. into town. It hurts. But I will do it because it has to get done. Then I will need to take pain killers and rest.

Can anyone relate?

Unicorns and Rainbows,

CrankyPants