My son picked me up at 7pm and off we went to Mc Donald#s to devour a large fry and filet o fish sandwiches,washed down by diet dr.pepper. completely gourmet to a fast food starved nursing home inmate.

Then he took me shopping at my favorite store and I bought some ballet type flats for my disfigured feet swollen by meds and a new warm sweater.

Just being out in public was being alive. But the patterns made me dizzy,the large open spaces and all the things to look at, It made me dizzy,vertigo Feelings,nausea. But this time I walked from the car to the store without walker,cane,or shopping cart. I was impressive even to me. I shuffle hardly daring to let my feet leave solid ground,but not too bad I would say. But I tire quickly,greatly hold an arm,and still need help down a curb. I can hardly believe I Am so far from the girl who Ran,danced,rode a bike,swam,stood presenting. My son remembers that me. But he tells me that he loves me,and that this is temporary,and that I am still me.

He said I am helping this home make much needed changes when I told him the story.

I can depend on his understanding.

It was a night of powerful healing. Nice to have a sweater,big cozy,cuddle blanket type on a cold night.

Karma alert: one of the men,the ringleader, suffered a fall,has an abrasion on his side that needs treatment nurse attention.

I feel ashamed I am so delighted.

I am dim,dull,ordinarily,but I was so anxious excited to see son. Like when he visited from college. I will ride this wave of happiness for a while. Love is a force I feel.