First, this message is coming to you courtesy of antibiotics and prescription pain meds, so I apologize in advance if it isn’t up to my usual writing standards. Pain + Painkillers = Pitiful Prose. Anyway, 2017 has not exactly been a banner year for me, what with identify theft, near hospitalization from a stomach flu, an attack on my cat, walking pneumonia, and a recent diagnosis of a thyroid condition. I know, I know. Rattling off negativity like that undermines the many wonderful, positive things I experienced this year, and I am grateful for those shining beacons of happiness. However, we’re not talking about happiness today. We’re talking about the fact I am having an outpatient surgical procedure done tomorrow. Saturday I made it through the day at the store despite being in considerable pain, and things only escalated. On Monday, I had an emergency appointment with my primary care who informed me I needed a small surgical procedure. I’ve spent all week unable to get off my couch without help (seriously) while waiting for the referral paperwork to be completed. Today, after my condition has only continued to worsen while waiting, I called and practically pleaded to be seen. Desperation worked, and I am now on the docket for 10:45a.m. But, what does this mean for the store?
First, we are going to be closed all today tomorrow. When I could spare him, I sent my poor dad up to the shop the last two days to handle business, but tomorrow, I am going to need him and his old RN degree to take care of me full time. Second, I am more than likely not going to be at the shop Friday or Saturday. All my research indicates there is a four to five day recovery before you’re able to return to work, but that’s a “light duty” kind of work, not my usual running around the store at full speed pulling bras, jumping in and out of fitting rooms faster than Superman into a phone booth, and generally not slowing down even for basic necessities like food. As a result, Friday and Saturday, both my aunt and dad will be at the shop but neither can offer fittings. The store will be open for special order pick-ups as well as those who do not need help of a fitter.
Now, it’s my hope that I’ll be back up there Tuesday in some capacity, but I will need help. As a result, it’s going to be a three person operation, and my dad will be there. I know having a male in the store makes some people very uncomfortable, and I apologize in advance. But, I will not be able to move much, so I’ll need him to help pull bras, check people out, and so on.
Finally, I am addled brained right now on painkillers. Writing this entry has literally been the longest I’ve been upright and focused since Saturday. I’m in that much freakin’ pain. So, guess what did not get done this week? Purchase Orders. Those require a level of time commitment and meticulousness I am simply not suited for at the moment. Anyone who placed an order last week should be getting a phone call tomorrow from my dad, who we should just rename “Hero of the Week,” about the situation and asking if they want to cancel.
Sorry for the inconvenience here folks, but trust me when I say I would rather be working than going through this right now. Thank you for your prayers and messages from the Facebook posts, and I will update more when I know more.