I can be whiny. I know this. I actively try not to be though. Being on crutches this long (Day 51 out of 60) I have tried excruciatingly hard not to harp on about it to my family and friends. But in the back of my mind it is as aggravating as one would imagine. I take these things with me everywhere. Bathroom, stores, kitchen, bed, to get a drink of water, to call for my kids outside. All day. Every day.
That all being said, Papa took the boys today to run an errand that opened up about 4 hours for me today. Four hours of glorious alone time. By the time he picked them up it was 11:30 am and I hadn’t eaten. I had nothing but two large cups of coffee on my stomach and was starting to feel a bit weak. But if I ate another sandwich, standing over my sink, I was going to go insane.
I had to go to the convenience store anyway so I figured, begrudgingly so, that I should stop for something to eat. At a drive-thru I wouldn’t have to get out of the car. I really didn’t want fast food. I wanted something light and yummy. But where I live, there are no drive-thru’s with this magical combination of food. So I decided on a Wendy’s chicken sandwich. One thing I don’t hate eating that is fast food.
But as I was turning out of my neighborhood I remembered there is this place. This wonderful place one town over, about 15 minutes away that serves the best chicken sandwich in the County. Nay I say, the STATE. I can’t lie about how damned good this thing is. I immediately changed my turn signal and off I went.
By the time I had arrived at this place, I was starting to feel a bit woozy from lack of food. It is on the end of a strip mall so I wove my way and drove into line. As I am half way to the window I realize, where was the place for me to order? Had I passed it?? I don’t come here often, but maybe there isn’t one?? It is a mom and pop place so maybe not.
As I finally arrive she immediately gives me a total. I blush and say, “I am so sorry, I didn’t order. I just want one chicken sandwich.”
I had to wait longer, as did all those behind me. Which I felt horrible about but then she handed me the unassuming white bag.
I pulled into the parking lot and parked.
I refused to wait 15 minutes for this wonderful thing to get cold and die.
I opened it up and ate it right there. People walking past my car left and right. I literally didn’t care.
It was almost orgasmic.
I ate way too much and as I type this I feel slightly ill. But I don’t care. It was so completely worth it.
Today I treated myself. And I needed it.
I managed to get a quick photo before I devoured it. Actually if you look really hard, there is a large bite taken out of the right side.
Here’s to hoping you treat yourself today too. You deserve it.
Woman on Pause