Why I'll Never Be a Checkout-Chick
The verdict is in; the truth is out--it seems I shall never be a checkout-chick. This not because any stories by Rach H. have necessarily scared me senseless (though some of her experiences leave me viewing my fellow shoppers in a anger paranoid kind of fear). No, it seems more is at stake here. If I was to become a check-out chick my legs might explode.
Some of you might remember me sooking a few posts before about my legs swelling up in the heat. It was really bothering me and I wrote Jo about it. Turns out it's probably more a problem with my blood circulation. It comes on worse when I'm more active and walking regularly. Jo reckons it sounds like my heart is having trouble pumping my blood back up into my body so it's getting stuck in my legs. Sounds gross, no?
Apparently vitamin C is really good for blood circulation and in the last few days that I've been taking more my legs haven't been anywhere near as bad. It sounds like it should improve the more I exercise. I've just been sick so long that all the muscles in my body have deteriorated badly, including my heart muscles.
'Tis a nuisance, but it seems to say once and for all that I'll never be able to get a job that intails a lot of standing up. No behind the counter jobs for me; no checkout-chick positions. Frankly I like the idea. Being a checkout chick never appealed to me and, to be truthful, I can't wait for the day someone suggests to me a behind the counter job and I get to reply, "Um...no...that's probably not a good idea. My legs might explode."
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