A funny thing happened while Bruce and I were having a delightful lunch at White River Fish House in Branson, MO. We had a great table; we were looking out watching the boats, ducks, and people fishing in the river. Our meal was yummy! We could not have asked for a better situation.
Half way through our meal, they showed a man to a booth. I couldn’t help but overhear him tell the server, “No, this won’t work. She has rheumatoid arthritis and can’t sit in booths.” I actually was startled to hear that term out loud and looked around to see who said it. (I prefer booths) The man looked to be about my age, maybe younger, the typical Branson tourist type. He was seated at the table next to us. A couple of minutes later his wife joined him, talking about her restroom stop. Her husband explained to her how he made sure they had a table because she had rheumatoid arthritis. I was amused and watched her try 3 different chairs, none of which was comfortable.
By now, I wanted to go over and talk RA with her. Poor dear! OK, I was being nosy, kept listening, and observing her closer, actually reminded me of myself 10-15 years ago. She walked slowly and fingers showed some visible signs of disfigurement. I made a mental note to tell Bruce about what I was thinking, which was “why did the guy have to mention her RA out loud” Also, why did the woman have to complain aloud, and so much.
However, not five minutes later I was not only complaining too loud, I was almost in tears. I hadn’t bothered with my walker. When we got outside, I couldn’t stand, much less walk with pain, muscle spasms, and panic all at once. I leaned on a railing until it let up and slowly made my way to the car.
I told Bruce that watching the woman at the next table made me realize I shouldn’t make a scene. Yet, I went right outside and did the very same time.
Now why did I do that? Not for attention, heavens know I get plenty of TLC. Guess I need to practice what I preach and stop whining. One thing about going to Branson, there are people walking with canes or walkers all over the place. I wonder if anyone else complains in public and are embarrassed.