Helpfulness

People often try to be helpful. Like the lady in the Target check-out line who kept grabbing my stuff to put it in my cart after it was scanned. Except she kept putting it on the bottom of the cart or in the corner of the cart to make sure there was enough room without anything being piled on top of something else.

Normally, I'd take this as someone trying to be helpful. Today is not normal. Well, maybe it unfortunately is.

I'm in rough shape. My hands are stiff and my body hurts. Going through the nightmare of Target was enough of a chore (I couldn't put off getting toilet paper and paper towel another day though) without the added burden of having to bend down to get things out of the recesses of the cart. But that's what was happening. And I don't know what to say when stuff like this happens. If I ask her to stop, I sound like a jerk. If I say, Hey, I know I'm 35 and you're much older than me, but bending over is kind of a process today, I sound like I'm asking for pity. So I let it happen and get considerably annoyed by it as it happens.

It's just one more piece of this disease. I can deal with the pain. But when others get in the way of me being able to function, I don't react very well. It's a true lesson in patience that I guess I haven't quite mastered yet.