Turning Lemons into Lemonade

I am inspired this week by a comment posted by sister scribe, Cerise, to April’s Monday post. She spoke to the benefits of needing the help of her S. O in the shower due to her broken arm. My husband and I spent the next half an hour laughing and re-visiting how my physical “situations” have added spice instead of strife.

We, too, have enjoyed shower togetherness brought on by my injuries. Two broken feet, three broken ribs, thirty some stitches over multiple body parts, a couple of surgeries, a broken hip, torn ligaments…yes, YES, I am accident prone!!! Mercifully, these situations didn’t occur at the same time, and there were always parts we could soap that didn’t cause excruciating pain.

Most recently, hubby and I were at the mall, searching for something for him to wear to the Romaticon 60’s party. Of course, we found his stuff in like five minutes, and went to leave. The sad, worn out state of my bras came up as we walked by Victoria’s Secret. Lured in by the sign screaming, “Huge Sale”, we began searching for replacements. The perky sales associate selected an armful of choices and ushered me towards the dressing room. It was at that moment when reality crashed into me hard. My rheumatoid arthritis was out of control, I couldn’t lift my right arm due to a rotator cuff incident, and hubs had tied my shoes and fastened my old, worn out bra that morning due to my lack of abilities! What the hell had I been thinking? I turned to him, with tears in my eyes, and said, “I can’t do this, let’s go home.”

“You can go in with her,” perky sales girl helpfully suggested.

My husband raised an eyebrow and flashed me his most devilish leer.

I now have two new bras and will always smile when I walk past that store!

Tessie

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