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1. When you're feeling blue.
2. When you've taken a handful of different kinds of pain meds.
And yet here I am. Killer headache, guys. It will not leave. Muscle weakness so ridiculous that it was a struggle to use a fork to beat the eggs for an omelet. Freakin'eggs. If I'd have had to slice through a slab of hard butter it would have been all over for me.
I did a bunch of running around and errands today. Usually I enjoy that if I'm feeling OK, but today everything was off. I paid too much at the dump (we pay by the bag of garbage), but I was too blah to ask for my dollar change back. Zehr's - my Zehr's - is under new management perhaps or the store is losing money; I'm not sure the reason, but they completely redid the layout. Everything except the fruit/veggie section and the placement of the freezers is redone. And not in any logical way, either. Lots and lots and lots of unhappy customers wandering around trying to find things. There's minimal signage over the aisles to give you a clue as to what's where, and there seems to be a lot less of everything. That's why I think they're losing money; they've really cut down on their inventory. I no likey.
The lady at the health food store apparently found me to be a personal affront to her existence, or at least that was the vibe she was giving as she grudgingly rang up my order. The couple in front of me in line at Food Basket forgot their money. Much drama ensued. A guy in TSC kept bumping into me while I was trying to get to the horse chow. What? Was this Demolition Derby Day at TSC and no one told me? I was already unsettled from wobbly legs and a pounding head; I really did not need the clanging and the jostling. He finally set trajectory for another part of the store.
I stopped at Dairy Queen to reward myself with a small cone and had the following exchange with the guy at the drive-in window:
"Here's your cone. That's $1.88" He tries to hand me a cone dipped in chocolate.
"I ordered it plain."
"I knew that." Takes it back and gets me a plain cone. "That's $1.92"
"$1.88"
"Yeah." Hands me the correct change. "Have a nice evening." It was one in the afternoon.
Then I found out that RealtorSue had called to say that someone wanted to view the house at 2PM. (THey'd called at 11AM). Dar was sick in bed, so Mark said no, wisely. But I figured that they'll probably show tomorrow, so I got out the lawn tractor and mowed the area over and around the septic tanks, because I swear it grows three times as fast as everything else. The I used the tractor to haul Jester's grain and another bale of hay out to the animals. And while I was there I might as well feed them for the night and hey, a couple of those buckets are looking a little scuzzy, so clean them. Because it rained last night they pooed in the barn, so clean that up as well as their normal poo piles. Meanwhile a wild wind had whipped up. Make sure everyone has access to hay for the night. Unhitch the trailer, cover the tractor up with a tarp because it's threatening rain again and call it a night. Except by now my head is trying to kill me and my muscles have gone on strike.
Take a shower. Notice the lovely malar rash across my face (a sign of a lupus flare). Took some AC&Cs (tylenol, codeine, and caffeine), try to settle in but it's not working. Just getting ready to go out to the kitchen to get some yogurt so I could take some stronger meds when I hear car doors slamming. Apparently Dar was having company, which was news to me, so I trotted back to my room and hunkered down until they left. Two Tylenol 3's later (that's 600mg of Tylenol and 60 mg of codeine on top of what was in the AC&Cs), and it's still not doing much. I think I'm in for a long night.
2. When you've taken a handful of different kinds of pain meds.
And yet here I am. Killer headache, guys. It will not leave. Muscle weakness so ridiculous that it was a struggle to use a fork to beat the eggs for an omelet. Freakin'eggs. If I'd have had to slice through a slab of hard butter it would have been all over for me.
I did a bunch of running around and errands today. Usually I enjoy that if I'm feeling OK, but today everything was off. I paid too much at the dump (we pay by the bag of garbage), but I was too blah to ask for my dollar change back. Zehr's - my Zehr's - is under new management perhaps or the store is losing money; I'm not sure the reason, but they completely redid the layout. Everything except the fruit/veggie section and the placement of the freezers is redone. And not in any logical way, either. Lots and lots and lots of unhappy customers wandering around trying to find things. There's minimal signage over the aisles to give you a clue as to what's where, and there seems to be a lot less of everything. That's why I think they're losing money; they've really cut down on their inventory. I no likey.
The lady at the health food store apparently found me to be a personal affront to her existence, or at least that was the vibe she was giving as she grudgingly rang up my order. The couple in front of me in line at Food Basket forgot their money. Much drama ensued. A guy in TSC kept bumping into me while I was trying to get to the horse chow. What? Was this Demolition Derby Day at TSC and no one told me? I was already unsettled from wobbly legs and a pounding head; I really did not need the clanging and the jostling. He finally set trajectory for another part of the store.
I stopped at Dairy Queen to reward myself with a small cone and had the following exchange with the guy at the drive-in window:
"Here's your cone. That's $1.88" He tries to hand me a cone dipped in chocolate.
"I ordered it plain."
"I knew that." Takes it back and gets me a plain cone. "That's $1.92"
"$1.88"
"Yeah." Hands me the correct change. "Have a nice evening." It was one in the afternoon.
Then I found out that RealtorSue had called to say that someone wanted to view the house at 2PM. (THey'd called at 11AM). Dar was sick in bed, so Mark said no, wisely. But I figured that they'll probably show tomorrow, so I got out the lawn tractor and mowed the area over and around the septic tanks, because I swear it grows three times as fast as everything else. The I used the tractor to haul Jester's grain and another bale of hay out to the animals. And while I was there I might as well feed them for the night and hey, a couple of those buckets are looking a little scuzzy, so clean them. Because it rained last night they pooed in the barn, so clean that up as well as their normal poo piles. Meanwhile a wild wind had whipped up. Make sure everyone has access to hay for the night. Unhitch the trailer, cover the tractor up with a tarp because it's threatening rain again and call it a night. Except by now my head is trying to kill me and my muscles have gone on strike.
Take a shower. Notice the lovely malar rash across my face (a sign of a lupus flare). Took some AC&Cs (tylenol, codeine, and caffeine), try to settle in but it's not working. Just getting ready to go out to the kitchen to get some yogurt so I could take some stronger meds when I hear car doors slamming. Apparently Dar was having company, which was news to me, so I trotted back to my room and hunkered down until they left. Two Tylenol 3's later (that's 600mg of Tylenol and 60 mg of codeine on top of what was in the AC&Cs), and it's still not doing much. I think I'm in for a long night.
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2009-08-30 04:11 (UTC)Sounds like you had a "fun" one. :-(
Our local Albertson's grocery store did a remodel like that. I still haven't found the cheddar popcorn. Then they jacked the prices, so I rarely go there now. Just for things I can't get elsewhere.
I hope tomorrow is better, darling.
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2009-08-30 20:50 (UTC)Why do stores drive away their customer base? It makes no sense to me.
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2009-08-30 05:59 (UTC)no subject
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2009-08-31 03:24 (UTC)Ultimately, it's all about the Benjies and who cares about the loyal consumer, right??
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2009-08-30 12:14 (UTC)*hugs* and cold compress for the head.
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2009-08-30 20:53 (UTC)no subject
2009-08-30 12:31 (UTC)I hope that your next place has a niche for you and the kitties and you can sit quietly.
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2009-08-30 20:56 (UTC)I'm taking it easy today, thanks.
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