My POTS has been rough lately. I am sure the change of seasons is not helping a bunch, but isn’t fully to blame. Probably me having POTS is mostly to blame.
I was at Costco the other day. I mostly had to get dog food and a few other little things. If we’re being honest, I look forward to slipper season at Costco every year. I love to splurge on new slippers each Fall.
As I was coming down the home stretch towards the check out I started feeling really sick. I immediately sat down and found myself at a ‘dog’s eye view’ of the jerky aisle.
But, my boots are so cute and my jeans too. They look nice on a Costco floor.
Anyways, I don’t mess around at Costco; it’s a HARD floor. I don’t want to lose consciousness and get that head injury. So I sat on the floor while several people walked by. Some pretending to not notice me, others smiling, and one lady laughing and showing her friend to laugh too. I am giving them the benefit of the doubt though and I imagine they were having one of those ‘been there at Costco’ conversations and laughing. Who knows. I can’t waste much energy on caring either way.
I know some people are mad when people don’t ask if they’re ok or ask if they need help. I don’t get mad and it doesn’t bother me. I enjoy people leaving me alone and not getting in my business. I generally prefer it in fact.
I had been sitting there a bit when this super cute lady walked up to me. She had on cute jeans, booties and a blue flannel shirt. Here’s how our convo went:
Stranger: Are you ok?
Me: Oh, ya. I pass out and so I’m just resting and getting lower.
Stranger: Do you need anything?
Me: No thanks.
Stranger: Do you need salt?
Me: Oh, you’re smart.
Stranger: I’ll be right back.
*she left her cart and walked off around a corner and came back with a salty sample.*
Stranger: Here you go. Sure you don’t need anything else or help with anything?
Me: No, this is great Thank you.
Stranger: Good luck.
And then she walked away. What a smart lady. I don’t know if she was a nurse or an angel maybe, but she was pretty smart and kind. I don’t know her name. You know what else? She didn’t ask about my political party or who I voted for in the last presidential election. She didn’t ask about my thoughts on gun control or my opinions about Kavennaugh. She just helped a complete stranger out without knowing a thing about who I was and without expecting anything in return.
I like her. I hope I can be like her at some point and in some way.