The left hand is still somewhat uncooperative. It WILL do what I want it to if I'm patient and focused. Makes doing a blog entry slow and cumbersome though. Saturday my new Keurig came. I was standing by the dining room table cutting the tape on the package and my left leg threatened again to collapse. I steadied myself by leaning on/hanging onto the table. So, weirdness continues...........
Sunday I happened to check my heart rate as I was getting ready to go to work. My resting pulse rate was 150% of what it usually is at that time of the morning. But, the Lord and I kind of have a deal. He sees to it that I'm scheduled to work and I do my utmost to do that. I headed out and then turned around about 2 miles down the road and came home. I take a daily pill to "support the heart". I know that there are far stronger doses than what has been prescribed for me in the past. So, I took an extra pill and then headed back up the hill. I now know why I'm supposed to take that pill at night. I felt like I was in slow motion all day.
Before my shift was over, several of us were hypothesizing that a full moon was upon us. I had one customer who got really angry because I had not told her ahead of time how to use her card to complete her transaction. I "waited til she screwed it up" before I said anything. Well, like I said, "slow motion". But, of course, in large letters, the instructions are printed and taped to the machine. I guess my drug-slowed brain made the incorrect assumption she could read..........
Then I had another customer who complained to the head cashier that I "just stood there and her husband had to do all the work". Well, to tell the truth, I'd have been happier if he'd gotten out of the way and stopped "helping". I move items from left to right as I scan them. He kept picking up new items from the cart and putting them down amongst those items I'd already scanned. Seconds (literally) he'd pick up those items and put them in a bag. I had to tell him twice "I haven't scanned that yet". I felt only a little better after I was told that other cashiers had had the same kinds of problems/comments. At least in my medication induced fog, the comments bothered me a lot less.
I've done 3 tax returns so far. One client is getting a jumbo-sized refund. This has little to do with anything I did. Rather, he had "jumbo" withholding. However, he laid down a good bit of money on the desk and refused to take it back. God finds ways to meet our needs.........He gambles a lot. I figure it was the equivalent in his mind of tipping the dealer on a big win...........
Wednesday morning:
I'm home today. Worked til close last night. Don't hold a lot of hope for today. My back is whacked today. I stood on concrete floors for 5.5 hours last night so I guess the backache is not unusual. It should have no place in my life (as a believer) but it's here and I have to deal with it as best I can.
I pulled a stupid trick last night. I locked my keys in my van. I called Geico road service. That was a challenge to my patience. Many questions answered over and over. They then sent the locksmith to the wrong address! I was allowed to handle all this while on the clock. I feel bad about that. I will call in and see if one of the honchos has the ability to dock me for the time. I know they allowed me to handle it on the clock because it was good for them. They were thinking about closing the store at night and leaving one old lady standing outside alone, waiting for a locksmith. That spells liability. And at the time I came in they had enough bodies to cover so I wasn't essential to operations at that moment. Still, I was handling personal business, not working for them and I doubt I should be paid for that.
I had planned to make some yummy barbecued pork sandwiches for "dinner" after work. I arrived home exhausted and ended up going to bed without dinner. I made a BIG batch of coleslaw (no mayo in the dressing) last week which I'd planned to can. I didn't can it. It was so yummy I knew I'd eat it quickly enough that it wouldn't spoil. I even managed to get some King's Hawaiian rolls at the store last week. It all sounds too good so I guess I'll have that for lunch.
I work again tomorrow so this is another of those single days off. I am finding I mind the every other day thing a whole lot less as I work it. I've learned to use those days off well and the time to allow this old body to recover is valuable as well. Sometimes, though, it's impossible to accomplish everything that needs to be done in the time available.
Well, that's it for now. Maybe more later.