Last Thursday my doctor put a steroid injection
in my right knee.
Yes, the most needlephobic person in the world
asked to be stuck! You know it must have been bad!
After a day or two I realized that a miracle had occurred.
I could walk without pain--even up and down stairs!
It was a huge relief.
So yesterday I decided to strike out for my
favorite shopping center--Northpark in Dallas--to shop!
I hadn't done that in a very long time.
The traffic was horrible, but I made it safely.
I spent a long time sniffing around for bargains
and found some I thought were great.
I had parked right outside Dillard's, so I
took my purchases to my car.
Too bad I didn't get in and drive home.
Instead, I remembered how I had always loved
eating at the Neiman Marcus tearoom.
By then my feet were hurting a little
(one must wear cute boots in Dallas, you know),
but my knee was absolutely fine.
So I struck out slowly!
When I entered Neiman's I was greeted by a
She "misted" my face with something from somewhere
exotic that starts with a "B."
It was a miracle for the skin (of course.)
I had been intending to buy some kind of mist
(because Madeline recommends!)
I interrupted her story about the Prince who
discovered this miracle and asked how much.
I told her I was too hungry to think and she said
she would be waiting for me after lunch!!!
In my entire long life I have never had a worse lunch.
Tortilla soup that was like tortilla mush.
Chicken salad that was big hunks of chicken,
a few tiny pieces of celery, and mayo.
With a piece of bacon.
But...the server was sooo nice!
She kept asking me how my lunch was,
so you know what I said...delicious.
I finally asked for a to go box and contemplated
how I was going to get out of that store without
seeing the Prince's mist pusher.
Only one way out--and there she was, waiting.
I told her $90 was too steep for me to try mist.
Did she have a smaller size?
Well, darn! She said she did.
She said she had seen one "downstairs" and
took off to go get it.
I waited and waited and felt more and more foolish.
Finally, I decided to make a break for it.
Carrying my horrible lunch, I dash into the mall.
I debated...do I run in Williams-Sonoma or just
keep plowing ahead?
Is she pursuing me yet?
And then I felt the horrible, terrible, no good feeling.
I'm goin' down.
I fell hard on...yes, my right leg.
As it was hurting like heck, I remember thinking...
(this is unbelievable!)
"at least she can't see me down here!!!"
Two lovely young people stopped to help me.
I sat there just a minute and then was able to get up
with their help.
I walked pretty painlessly back to my car,
stopping at the first trash can to deposit my lunch.
This morning my left wrist hurts more than my leg.
My knee is fine.
And the Neiman Marcus server thinks I loved my lunch.
And I don't know what the cosmetics salesperson
thinks, but I got away!
And I am oh so aware of my ridiculosity.