"Do you want the truth?"

I'm at the high end of my doses.  Boy am I feeling it. 

Still depressed but it's more managable.  I got up early, did my God Time, ate breakfast, got online and checked my tracking number, which they said didn't exist. 

The box is going to do God's work.  I'm certain He will get it there. 

I checked again, and got this: "Your item was processed through and left our NORTH HOUSTON, TX 77315 facility on June 18, 2014 at 11:31 pm. The item is currently in transit to the destination. Information, if available, is updated periodically throughout the day. Please check again later." 

Uh, yeah, I knew it had to go through our facility.  But thanks.  I did sign up for text updates which ought to be interesting. 

We had a trip planned to the wholesaler.  These guys are so big you have to apply to become a customer.  No public allowed.  The last time we went Metrolift left us there over an hour and a half.  People kept asking if we were OK.  It was embarrassing, but it's not my shame - I didn't damage my brain. 

I occasionally get very irked at my birth mother, when I'm waiting on a ride.  Especially when Ron's out there sweating in the heat. 

We have called our orders into a particular lady for 13 years now.  We are very friendly.  She came out last time and was very helpful. 

I got her a little present, and gave it to her.  She loved it.  "Next time" I told her "I'll bring some chocolate chip muffins from Sam's Club".  She didn't say no to that. 

We got our order, 2 cases.  One item was 2 ounce bags of "Flamers" - Ron's term for Flaming Hot Cheetos.  They are hugely popular when I buy a flaming hot combo mix, and I figured we could sell them in a lively manner. 

I was right.  They bought 2 bags while I was still stocking! 

We actually had a good pickup.  I thanked Ron (I try to be appreciative - and he's our trip planner).  "It wasn't me" he replied "Metrolift moved up the pickup." 

I'm debating a share, here.  Someone could get fired if I do, so I won't. 

Suffice to say a low-blood sugar driver is very alarming.  I think I may want to start handing out candy again. 

Hey, I got out walking and talking.  Ron's fine, the wheelchair's fine, and even the inventory was fine.  It's a win. 

We got to work and I immediately went to stocking.  Sunday, I bought some Sour Brite Crawlers (a 2 ounce gummy worm) at the warehouse.  I figured they would make a good coil filler - something to provide variety, but not really sales. 

I was wrong.  Wrong wrong wrong.  I already sold 17!  I had a customer, one of my best, come up begging me to get more.  Wow. 

I'll be happy to sell them.  It's making me look at other gummy products.  I spied on the other vendor, she sells a lot I wouldn't.  But she is selling a sour gummy watermelon thing.  I might copy that. 

Pretzels?  No thanks.  My sales rep gave me a sample of some Rold Gold Cheesy pretzel things.  I thought they were delicious, but my customers want flaming hot things.  If they had flaming hot pretzels I'd give them a shot. 

The Ruffles Original were a leap of faith. They did very poorly the last couple times I sold them. I should add, I adore them, but the customers apparently didn't. Until now. They ate almost a whole case in 5 days. Impressive! They're on the team.

Main team:
Doritos
Ruffles Original
Flaming Hot Cheetos
Regular Cheetos (for some unknown reason, the other vendor refuses to sell the regular cheetos, only Cheeto puffs)
Herr's Rib Chips (a really good BBQ ripple chip)
Nacho Bugles (I need to get more)
Zapps Cajun Crawtators (new today, we'll see how they do)
Bob's Jalapeno Kettle chips (stolen from the other vendor)
Probably Chili Cheese Fritos - adding in on my next order. 

I won't type out my whole lineup, but I do have big cookies, tray cookies, Poptarts, 3 kinds of protein bar, trail mix, nuts, 3 kinds of granola bar, lots of pastry, all your favorite candy, and sour gummy worms. 

Whew.  I get tired just typing it.  That's *just* snacks, not food or sodas, either. 

Lots of stocking.  I took out the dumpster, but they had hauled the receptacle away.  I had to call the other vendor's guy and tell him "I took your dumpster, but I couldn't bring it back."  I called him. He said that was fine - we're very friendly. 

He told us his air conditioner was down - so we gave him the number for our guys.  They do really good work and don't rape you in the process. 

I did an inventory and made a rather extensive list. 

Pretty soon, time to go.  We headed out.  We had a good pickup, the guy came right up to us as we walked out. 

Unfortunately, it was cologne man.  I thanked God I did not have a headache today.  I would have vomited.  He keeps a bottle of aftershave in the vehicle because "it makes him feel fresh" to apply it, now and then. 

I guess my PTSD is focusing on car accidents now.  I am hypervigilant. I hope it wears off. 

On a side note, various strangers seem to find it "funny" to startle me by making loud noises or yelling right behind me.  I pray they never go through PTSD.  I don't declaim, but it's not fun. 

I would never do that.  Oh, yeah, I jumped.  So what?  You feel like a big man now?  [sigh] 

Anyway.  We got home.  We had a turnaround trip - an hour at home, then off to Walmart.  Ron wanted a new backpack.  His old one was pretty thrashed.  Happily the back-to-school backpacks arrived recently.  Ron had a decent selection.  He chose a $14 version with plenty of pockets.  It's a nice cobalt, too. 

He wanted some knit shorts - he has 2 pair.  He loves to wear them in the summer.  I took him over to the display.  They had lots of colors, which would be great if Ron wanted to look like a peacock.  Ron only wears neutrals - at his insistence. 

Ron's a medium.  They had one pair, one, in a neutral.  Light gray.  Good.  He has a navy, he has a charcoal heather, now a light gray heather.  It feels odd to type my name without a capital H. 

I considered the dark green.  Could it work?  Ron's entire wardrobe is comprised of mix-and-match neutrals.  Maybe it would work. 

I called my aunt, aka "The Fashion Police".  No, she said.  That's what I thought. 

We bought one pair of shorts, the light gray.  I did consider the orange for a Bible Handout but Ron said absolutely not.  I wish they came in a woman's plus size!  [grin] 

I don't care if I look like a fool, doing a Handout. 

I bought Ron his beloved Jack Links Teriyaki Sausage Links - in the fridge case, along with some whole-wheat hot dog buns (his favorite meal).  We got his chips, his sausage, grape tomatoes, sparkling water.

I was moderately depressed.  Walmart employees kept looking at me with concern and asking if I was "OK". 

I read a book - in the book every personality trait was mapped out in facial paint.  Say Bipolar Disorder, paint up one cheekbone and down the other.  Anyone could glance at me and learn a tremendous amount of detail.  Sounds wonderful.  I just smiled and said I was fine. 

One time a guy asked Ron "Howya doing?" 

"Do you want the truth?" 

I don't want to dump on people, or scare them. 

I didn't buy much: soda, soap flakes, generic multivitamin, cat treats, ice cream. 

I had run by the deli.  The clerk greeted me.  "I'd like a pound of the pepper turkey, with the pepper in the turkey".  Sorry, he told me, they didn't sell it anymore. 

"Please tell me you're kidding." 
"Sorry, I'm not.  We have the kind with the pepper crust." 
I gave him a little teasing about selling "Crusty" turkey, and got a pound.  It's a good meal when I'm tired, especially with some sliced cheese and maybe a pickle. 

We went out into the foyer to wait on the ride.  Walmart had a huge display of name-brand bottled water.   [Bad Word]  I forgot the bottled water. 

I left Ron with the cart and ran through the self-check.  I bought myself a corn dog at the deli. 

My meds cause a lot of nausea.  Happily the Haldol gets 99% of it, but if I eat the wrong thing, like any kind of sausage or hot dog, I'll get queasy.  Today, I knew I could eat it. 

"I hope it came from a pig" I told our driver. 

We had a good ride home.  I lugged everything - the heavy stuff, and the driver picked up a bag with a few light items. 

They don't HAVE to do any of that - carrying packages is my job, and why I get a "free" ride.  Ron did his trademark "scoot up the driveway in my wheelchair backwards" move.  I have got to get that on video.

I put everything up and considered a nap, but I have tomorrow off.  Yay! 

I plan to do a little organizing if I'm a little manic, like I am now.