Yesterday I had to go back to the "big" shopping mall in the "big" town where my mom lives because I needed to have more prescriptions transferred and the pharmacy I use is in a store attached to the mall. I use public transportation to get to and from the mall, so I can be independent in getting to not just the mall but anywhere in this town which is a nice bonus. The above picture is of my treat that I earned after having to spend over an hour negotiating between two pharmacies and one insurance company to get a prescription filled. Thankfully, butterscotch frozen yogurt with chocolate topping is not a solid food and does not cause me to choke so I can enjoy this delightful treat - and as a bonus the yogurt is fat free, low sugar and the chocolate simply does not count.
It has been hotter than should be legally allowed, so yesterday I decided to bust out the full summer gear and I wore a skirt with a tank top and sandals. My AFOs were left at home in the air conditioning. A very nice stranger complemented me on my purple camouflage skirt and I had to laugh. I had never thought of the pattern that way, but it is pretty descriptive. It has artistic blotches of beige and pink and purple and white and navy blue on it, so I guess camouflage works to describe it.....for when I go to those girly post combat parties?
The mall is crazy, especially on a Saturday, so I wanted to include a picture of my typical view as I try to maneuver through the aisles and hallways.

My wheelchair is at butt height, which has benefits and drawbacks depending on the situation. ;) It also means that if you refuse to get out of my way after plenty of notice my foot rests are at a nice shin height.

I went in to use the restroom and there was a staff member doing a quick cleaning job of the bathroom. She went into the handicap accessible stall and then came back out and, well she let the stupid fall out of her mouth. She asked me "Do you need to use this stall?" I replied "Well, I pretty much have to seeing as I can't fit in the others.". Um, duh?
I am finding that some of the foods I am now stuck eating really are not that bad. I really actually like the infant oatmeal, and a brand of apple yogurt oatmeal that comes in a jar, and a microwave meal of macaroni and cheese and carrots (the noodles are so soft they melt as you eat). I tried a veggie one with zucchini, carrots, and some other veggies and heated up it tasted like a soup so I have more of the meat and veggie ones to try and eat as soups to get more protein and veggies. I had to throw away the freeze dried bits of fruit that they sell for babies as they were too solid for me and I choked. Choking is not on my list of things to do today, or any day. I also discovered that I can mix muffins with milk and make a concoction that is smooth enough to eat and really still yummy.
In a testimony to the cognitive changes of this delightful neurological disease, I have been so very carefully using a program on my iPod as a checkbook. Something told me to compare my available balance between my checkbook program and the bank. There is a $500 difference, not in my favor, and I have spent an hour looking over the transactions online and can not figure out where I screwed up. Thankfully I had some money left in savings that I transferred to my regular account and my mom is going to help me, and I have paid for the most expensive prescriptions already, but damn. How do you make a $500 mistake and not even be able to figure it out????