Had an interesting time this morning
Went to a Pain management Doctor.
Mapped out the fact that just about every joint in my body hurts
Not odd, really- many years of hard usage and sudden strains when I was young
was told to concentrate on the problem NOW
My artificial hip, replaced in 1996 has come apart.
To say I walk with a cane isn't quite inaccurate
More accurately, I don't walk anymore than I must these days
Turns out she doesn't do Management long term
She does pain Intervention
Couldn't let me get used to too much medication pre re- replacement
She proscribed me some Robaxin
Stopped at the supermarket on the way home. Big suburban place.
Parked in a handicapped space- one of about 20- big store.
Limped in painfully and got Milk and bread and lunchmeat and Cheese
My diet these days
Limped out, put my groceries in the car
Got back in the drivers seat and sat looking over my receipt and waiting for my hip to throb a little less before driving home.
there was a thump
I looked up and saw a round, short, dark haired woman of the “redneck” variety ( I can talk about “Rednecks”, my maws folks) backed by a a taller skinny blonde. The round one had banged her shopping cart into my front fender and was yelling something.
I can't hear anyway-So I looked up and shrugged at her questioningly
She yelled some more and I shrugged more broadly.
She proceeded to bang her shopping cart down the side of my car, forcefully, each bang obviously deliberate.
When/as she came out behind my car on the drivers side, I unthinkingly jumped out and confronted her and yelled, “What the hell was that about?”
She turned around, backed in stereo by what turned out to be her tall skinny daughter and screamed something about how I'd “hit her Car”
Two things occurred to me- I hadn't t hit any cars, I wasn't and hadn't been near hers.
This woman is nuts
I answered her in the mildest possible and most sympathetic way, helpfully pointing out that she was a loose moraled female of the canine variety and undoubtedly demented, and turned to get back in my car
She hit me.
I raised my cane to let her know that if she hit me again there would be consequences
And turned back to my car
And her son jumped on me.
redneck beanpole in a stocking cap, (taller than me) grabbed my collar and backed me into the car screaming “you leave my mother alone” or some such- I wasn't listening.
I grabbed his collar and faced him around and said “Get off me you little shit “
he got red faced, sucked in his breath, and then continued yelling
( I may have kneed him in the groin when he grabbed me, accidental like-
not sure- I felt it go home, but he should have reacted a little more noticeably- he should have fallen over)
At this point a large black gentleman intervened and separated us.
I thanked him, got back in my car and drove away, as he held the kid.
Got home, looked the car over, didn't see any damage.
realized I felt better than I had in quite a while
Nothing like adrenalin and endorphins
I called the Store later this afternoon and asked if the incident had been noted or reported to the police
The manager said yes, she saw the end of it, as I drove off
The woman claimed I'd just jumped out of my car and accosted her, and something about I'd hit her car.
the police had not been called
They knew the woman, she comes in there all the time.
I'm not inclined to press it, best time I've had in a while. But it wonder's me
Is she one of Mine?
Or one of Yours?
Don't tell me I'm an ass for getting out of the car
I'm an ass by nature, as most of you already know
Too old to change now.
Should I do anything to be sure she is warned about such behavior ?
( the manager is going to “watch” her from now on)
I actually thought her kid showed commendable spirit in defending his maw-
Hopefully he did at least NOTICE that he'd been kneed
NOW, my hip hurts.
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