My drivers take care of me

 For whatever reason they had me work a 4 hour shift on Good Friday.  It was insane.  I literally fled the store when it was time to clock out.  

My first driver picked me up, went out of his way to make sure I got my second bus easily.  He did not have to do that; but he did.  I'm glad he did.  He didn't have to do that.  

For days I was in denial about the severity of my injury.  I wondered if it would ever get better.  I am not stressing it, which isn't easy, but I'm getting more left handed which helps.  My bosses have been very understanding.  I think they're just glad I kept working rather than getting a leave of absence.  I have the kind of job; when I'm out someone has to cover.  That takes them away from doing something else.  

But I kept working with my arm looking like something out of a domestic violence awareness video.  The bruising is mostly gone, I'm glad about that.  It hurt and sickened me to look at it, it hurt and sickened my friends to look at it, too.  I couldn't cover it, because, God love them, I have a lot of friends at work with touch as their love language and they keeep thumping me on the arm!  I love them, it's not malicious.  

It is improving but I plan to baby it for a while.  The worst thing, I think, I can do is say "It's better now" and then go pick up something heavy or whatever.  I had a bad muscle tear.  That takes time.  I'm not young, either.  

I did get a lot of improvement when I cranked up the supplements and protein intake.  I would definitely advise (homemade: whey and collagen in milk) protein shakes and antioxidant (A, C, E) supplementation along with probiotics (I was doing that mainly for ongoing allergy issues but it's a good idea every day).  I am not asking Metro to pay for the protein powders, supplements, etc. because that's something I think I need to be doing every day, ongoing, for just general health.  I am asking them to pick up the tab on driver tips and delivery fees because I couldn't get my groceries home.  

I thought it was funny, Chief Snitch at work thought I was a real bad azz for taking the bus home at 9.  It was actually pretty quiet.  Yes, there was the group of young men looking for trouble but they were very quiet and intent, didn't affect my ride home.  The drivers were so delighted with the candy it made my whole day worth it.  

I had another recipient on the way home.  That was fun.  

And, praise God, the very cold Powerade and the Excedrin are working on the "It's going to rain" headache.