In my previous life, I was very fond of shopping. So not shopping, but shopping. I was always up to date on what was new in the candy department. I find new supermarkets totally exciting. I can spend some time in the international department and browse around there. And in foreign countries even more so. SPA markets in South Africa were the absolute hit. Or in the middle of nowhere a warehouse, where you gave your note to the woman with the curlers and got a box of food back.
And today? 16 years the Rewe on the Dürener was my supermarket. Whether it’s Saturday morning at 7:15 after the night shift or at 11:00 before the late shift.
At first I was just slower but you can compensate for that by leaving some of your groceries at the checkout AND memo to me: no more bulk purchases.
If you use the shopping cart as a substitute for a walker, buy a bottle of eggnog to bake cakes and the lady behind you in the queue says: “In her condition I wouldn’t drink alcohol”. At first I thought I had misheard, but I got the valuable tip that the yoghurts always come up.
While the cashier helped me to put the things into the car.
Memo to me: go shopping acyclically, test the online order service of Rewe.
That was before Christmas and had an effect on me. If possible I order food when it’s my turn to shop. These only need to be picked up. And when I go to a store, I try not to buy more than 6-7 items. Because I can still manage this number. You don’t want to hold up the business.
For the last few weeks, I’ve been in the ambulance for pain control. Why am I telling you this now?
I’ve pretty much taken all the side effects. Palexia makes my walking insecurities even more apparent and so I know what it’s like to slide my face over the asphalt.
Amineurine dampened me so much that by 2 p.m. I was already sitting in my armchair completely exhausted.
Arcoxia didn’t help at all
Now I’m putting a buprenophin patch on it and we’re going to get to the dosage.
The side effects I mentioned earlier pretty much threw me back. And I am only now starting to walk short (4-5 m) without a walker again. However, it only works moderately due to the increasing combat toormia. But back to the Rewe .
About 3 weeks ago I came with walker from a nearly empty Rewe. I stowed away the bag and started to fold the rollator. Somewhere someone honked for his life, but did not think about the fact that I was meant, you can see that I was on.
But apparently I was not fast enough. Because the window pane was turned down and a very sympathetic voice shouted: “Go ahead” and 10 seconds later: “Get in and get out of here”!
Memo to me: look for another Rewe and next time give the right answer than driving away speechless