Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

I just want to go outside. . .

Can a sister get her Target shopping on?

Without a walker
Without a wheelchair
and by her darn self!

Can I just go out without it being a big production, and without needing several production assistants to get this big girl on the road?

To leave my second-floor apartment, I have to:

1. Hop down 20 or so steps on one leg,
2. Use a walker to get through the foyer (still hopping on the good leg)
3. Get help outside the door
4. Hop down like eight more steps with assistance
5. Use the walker (and hop) to get to the car.

Needless to say, this sucks.

By the time I get outside, I just want to go back in the house and go to sleep because just trying to leave the house sucks up all my energy.

(Don't mind me - I'm frustrated, and having a pity party for one. . . bear with me - the whining continues below.)

I just want to go to Target and look at its beautiful products with a cup of Starbucks' ice tea lemonade in my hand and a smile on my face.

Is that too much to ask?

So, you've probably guessed it by now - I'm going a little stir crazy from being in the house for days and days on end.

I know the weather is bad, and it's unsafe for me to go out right now, but I really, really just want to get out of my apartment.

Does anyone have a forklift I could borrow?

Guess not.

Like my niece would say when she's upset, "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Sigh. . .

I need a hug.