F@$! that guy at Costco

After my first round of IVIg (this is the purified plasma protein that I get to help treat the CIDP, more on this later) I was feeling better one Friday night. So Brett and I decided to head out on a hot date to Costco. I was still using the walker at that point, so Brett had a plan to push me around in the wheelchair.

We pulled up to Costco and there sits a motorized cart. I hop in, and off we go. As you can imagine, I am hesitant to use one of these carts. I am young. I don't belong in this cart. But I felt so free. I could shop without getting tired. I could get my own groceries. In the past I have silently judged people riding in these carts. Lazy. Fat. Really, you can't walk around the store? I was quietly Mrs. Judgeyjudgerson.  Can you see where this story is going?

We were finished shopping, and we're headed to the check out and we passed this young couple. As we passed them, I heard the man say "There is another fat person using one of those carts." He was talking about me. Brett did not hear him. Brett said he had to go to the bathroom before we checked out, so I headed off to find this guy.

I had lots of plans for this asshole. I was going to yell. I was going to be nice. I was going to tell him what my family had been through the last 8 months. I was going to run over his foot with my fatness in the cart.

Brett came back from the bathroom, and asked what I was looking for. I told him what had happened. Brett said he would go find the guy and punch him in the face.  I told him I thought that was a bad idea.  We paid for our stuff and went to dinner at Panera.

I am getting a lot of perspective.  Too bad that with perspective, I lost my ablilty to run. Not that I ran before CIDP. But I had dreams of running.  Oh, and  I also learned that my sweet husband, with maybe a tad bit of misdirected anger, would punch someone in the face for me.  Learning that might be worth losing the ability to run.