I bought a tiny little Sony radio with weather band at work this morning. I had grown tired of music on my iPod as I gathered my carts – much preferring AM talk radio. I also bought some batteries, put them in my new little radio and was overjoyed this morning when I found I could pick up KMOX out of St. Louis before dawn. They replay last night’s Coast to Coast AM again at 5am and was also overjoyed to find Art Bell hosting the show overnight. This made gathering the buggies much more pleasant this morning – the hours before dawn just flying by as I listened to my favorite radio show intently.
I got an extremely good night’s sleep last night – the Ambien so helping to regulate my sleeping habits. I am finding myself sleeping for eight or more hours before work and not needing my usual nap after I get off. I do have to go to bed so early, though, finding myself asleep often at 7:00 or 7:30pm. The anxiety I experienced so profusely yesterday had also melted away overnight as well. Yesterday was a hard day and it was so very tempting to over imbibe in my Klonopin. I am so afraid I will grow addicted to those pills and try to only take them in extreme emergencies as in one of my severe attacks. Yesterday wasn’t that severe as I didn’t have that confused feeling I often get when the anxiety goes too overboard.
Say No to Featherbeds…
Stacey and I had a small argument last night as she was leaving to go home after gathering Sadie.
“Why don’t we ever stay at my house?” she asked jealously.
“Your bed is too soft. I can’t sleep on it,” I replied.
I often feel like I am falling into a black hole when I lie on her bed – my bed at home being very firm with an orthopedic mattress Charlie bought me years ago.
“I am going after work to buy a new bed to be delivered,” Stacey told me with a harumpfff. “I want you to be able to stay with me sometimes!”
I didn’t further the argument that I probably couldn’t sleep without Maggie or Caramel and it would be entirely too complicated to get them both in the car to drive over. I left Stacey up to her machinations for the time being and will just play nice and hopefully things will settle down again.
Lots to Do Today…
I have a lot of plans for the afternoon today. I hope to start painting my trim. I plan on doing one room per week until I am finished. The hardest part is going to be painting all my windows around the panes. It will be a careful and tedious job. I also plan to do a lot of cooking as well. I have so much food that needs to be cooked from my and mom’s visit to the grocery store last Monday. We spent over a hundred dollars on all the ingredients for mom’s favorite recipes and I plan on cooking them all and then freezing them for next week or for when I need an easy meal for Stacey and I.
Building My Business…
I ordered more business cards earlier in the week. They arrived yesterday. I stopped by my father’s pharmacy after work with a plan in mind and a box of cards.
“Sandra?” I asked. Sandra has worked for my father for twenty years and we have developed a rapport over all this time. “Will you put one of my business cards in every bag of prescriptions as a customer picks them up?”
“Sure!” Sandra said with a warm smile. “I would be glad to do that.”
“You’re going to get overwhelmed!” dad exclaimed from behind the counter as he listened in intently as he was filling some prescriptions.
I just smiled and then did some shopping. I got some paper towels and lots of snack foods for work to munch on. I also got three 20oz diet Cokes as a treat going against my usual caffeine free mantra these days. I needed a pick-me-up after work.
I haven’t received any more calls for my business lately and this has worried me. I am hoping by getting those business cards out in the world that things will start to pick up again. I do have three lawns to mow tomorrow on my day off and then I will be caught up until next Sunday when a new round of mowing my regular customer’s lawns starts.
Dad, the ever astute business man and busybody, walked out with me to my car as I was leaving.
“You’re going to need to get a business license,” he told me. “And what are you going to do about taxes?”
“I am keeping a spreadsheet of all my income and expenses,” I told him. “I will get a business license when I am mowing many lawns every week.”
“Do you think you can do all this and work too?” he asked worriedly.
“It can’t hurt to try,” I told him smiling.
Dad was still frowning when I got in my car, drove off and headed home. It certainly can’t hurt to try I thought on the way home. I thought of the tale dad would always tell us as children when he first started his business.
“I took out a big loan to buy the pharmacy,” dad would tell us. “The first two weeks after I opened the store, I didn’t have hardly any customers. I thought I was going to go under. I spent many sleepless nights those two weeks worried.”
If he can do it, then so can I! It is just going to take some moxie and hard work – all things I have in abundance these days off all those medications.