Before my injured shoulder, I
carried large purses. I had everything
in them that one would need in an emergency.
Rarely have we been somewhere when someone would not ask if I had ____
and I would whip it out of my purse and impress them with my super powers.
But because of my injured
shoulder I cannot carry large, heavy purses anymore. I have to limit myself to small bags that do
not weigh very much.
I kept the other purses but I
treat them like a carryon. I have a packed purse that I take with me and leave
it in my car when I go someplace. It has
the stuff I used to carry with me everywhere in case of an emergency, but if
anyone breaks into my car thinking the big purse has money or valuables, I hope
they like stale gum, a toenail clipper, and a half-used chap stick.
I also carry a small purse but it stays with
me. It has the usual necessities: keys, wallet, cell phone. The smaller purses are not big enough for all
the things I have to carry but I have no choice. Any larger and my shoulders rebel.
Even then I cannot carry the
little purses in my hands for long periods of time because my arms tire. Sometimes
I need both hands for whatever I am doing, so I have resorted to what I call “the
crossing guard” look. I buy purses with
long straps so I can pull the straps over my head and wear the strap across my
chest. Not very fashionable but I have no choice. My bone health is more
important than my fashion flair.
Here lately my husband has
started to hand me stuff to put in my purse. He has handed me his keys, his
cell phone, and his wallet. If we go to
a concert, he gives me his ticket, his program, and his reading glasses after
he is through with them. I know from experience that these things feel
uncomfortable in one’s pants pocket, but I finally asked him the other day if
he thinks my purse is a diaper bag
When he answered no, I refused to
take his things. He is a big boy and can get his own purse.
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