Going shopping
My husband took me clothes shopping for my birthday. What a treat. I admit i was fearful of the whole dressing room scene but the salesladies were very helpful and understanding about my husband going in the dressing room to assist me. I have lost 40 lbs since my stroke and truly needed clothes that didn't fall off of me. For many months food tasted and felt strange due to damage to one of my facial nerves and i ate very little. Shopping and changing clothes so many times was akin to a very tiring therapy session. It was a lot easier than going into a public restroom with my husband and having to announce that there was a man in the restroom. Yes,it can be done. Takes courage and a sense of humor. Everyone was very sensitive and understanding during my shopping spree. Of course i wanted the pretty dresses but they aren't practical for therapy appointments when i am on my hands and knees and are more difficult when toileting. Since i am relegated to easy pull on shirts and pull on slacks i did the best i could in trying to be current and fashionable. It is not my style at all. I felt like it is what i call nursing home wear. Women you will understand but the men probably will not. It's comfy like pajamas but not very attractive. It's "at home" clothes. One day i will be able to do buttons and zippers again. One day i will be able to look at myself in the mirror again without crying. I am working on it and i will get there. It just takes soooooo loooong. One dsy this will all be a memory.
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