Tommy Works For a New Car Dealer

 Yesterday's ordeal was over this morning, but I was shaky and felt like I had been punched in the stomach. So, I told Tommy I wanted to go buy a car. He said 'okay.' We almost did. 

First, I had a return to Lowe's. I bought two things on the same card, yet only one shows up in their system. Annoyed here.

Example: I remarked to Tommy that the mileage was awfully high. The salesman is in the back seat. He said mildly and easily-No it is not too bad. I put my hand on his arm and repeated it and poked his arm with my finger. Still, he was okay with everything. I was crushed. 

The guy did not like me. Or, was I too ugly for him to face. He stuck with Tommy. Even when Tommy was not near him and I tried to ask a question, he remained near the rear tire. He annoyed me. We went to a dealer. As we left without a car or hope, Tommy said he would not go to a used car lot, just a dealer. 

We almost bought a Lincoln! It stunk. The guy said it had not been detailed. The car had been detailed. 

So, we left to go to another lot. I wanted a little burger first. Tommy went to Arby's while I objected. As I ate the roast beef, low motility caused me to choke and throw up more. This was short-lasting because I quit eating after two bites. All I wanted to do was come home! We were in rush hour traffic, so it was time to come home.

I needed Tommy to latch my seat belt and I held bag under my chin with left hand and pulled the belt with right hand. He turned toward me, ignoring the car barreling around the corner right into his door area as he kept pulling around another corner. Both cars were trying to occupy the same space. I screamed "look" as he grabbed frantically for the seat belt, saying he saw it and could not reach it. He did not see the car. I said car! car! He finally stopped. It was at that point I determined I had had enough and wanted to just go home.  He had left his G7 monitor at home, so I had no idea how his blood sugar was affecting him. Tomorrow, we will go out again. Maybe we should just buy a car and not shop around. I don't know. He said we could get a new car. Two? He said we could. 

We still have lamb for him and chicken for me, plus two salads from the Greek Festival, I suppose the Salmon Croquettes will be pushed forward another day.

I may give up trying to get a deal and buy what we drive that is okay. 

Car looking is exhausting me. Do you find car-shopping to be draining? 

Frozen Pistachio $60

                                                                           pastitsio

 Today was another great day but exhausting. Of course, I did not get enough sleep, but I was anxious to go out. The plan was to go to the Greek Festival, the 51st year.

We asked for a chicken breast in my meal or just cancel the whole order. The young woman came back and joyfully told us all the pieces were chicken breasts. We left and parked to eat. Well, I had a leg and thigh quarter. We decided to go back and get what we ordered and paid for at the beginning when we ate. The guy was very nice when he heard our story which we told without rancor. He said he would bring more food, winked at me often, and said he would bring things for Tommy, too. For $60, we should get what we want. 

Even at 1 pm, the whole area was festive. One guy was spoiling the atmosphere with fast driving, whipping around a corner, almost hitting our car. I hope someone stopped him before he hurts someone. 

This area was near UAB where I graduated. There were so many folks on scooters, even one woman who looked to old and too well-dressed to be on a scooter. But, I wish her the best. I think when I went in my forties, I would have tried a scooter once, at least until I broke a bone. 

We went to Publix and returned the wrong tumblers I bought and got the bogo ones, saving $3.60. Then, I bought things I have put on a list for four or five trips. I forgot them and just put them on the next day's list. 

When we got home, I was so tired I could not eat, so tried to sleep, and could not sleep. So, I tried eating chicken and rice. Since I have low motility in my esophagus, I got 'choked' and spent a few hours trying to get food unstuck and into my stomach. At the end, I had thrown up a quart. It was not all food, some water.  I still don't dare lie down, eat, or drink. I know, TMI. 

I still have not used my inflatable legs yet. I won't be in bed, attached to something like that and need to throw up. I also have 20 bananas and the dock strike is over. Oh well. 

This morning before we left, I stood leaning on the rail for the ramp and cut my hair. It feels much better but have not looked at it yet. Tomorrow, I will go out and finish cutting it. 

While we were in line at the Greek Festival, Tommy said, "Frozen Pistachio $60! What's with that?

Well, it was 'pastitsio.' It is Greek lasagna and delicious! We both had a good laugh!  

There is enough for a third meal tomorrow. Yummy! 

I love Greek food except for lamb. Do you like Greek food? 

Anyone have low motility and problems swallowing?