Today I tried to work.
I showed up at the Flower Boutique, which my best friend owns, ready to do deliveries. But today is Mother's Day weekend, and she was slammed with orders. So, as she made the baskets, I'd load them and deliver them. We cut it into 3 delivery chunks. The first was supposed to be a breeze. Then I was gonna meet my grandmother for lunch, and head back for the second round.
Oh, but nothing can go easy, and as my plan begins to fray, so do my nerves. At one point I get lost, and make 6 U-turns before I found the entrance to a private community. My heart was pounding, I could barely breathe, the negative self-talk was running rampant. I had no idea where I was going within this private community, that looks like some sort of Resort Hotel thing. That is where the first Ativan came in. I slipped it into my mouth, and 10 minutes later I was able to get out of the car and find the "Wonderful Mother," mentioned on that sweet floral card.
I eventually made it back to the shop, but I had missed lunch. No problem, I told myself, I could pick something up when I picked up my daughter for school, as I made the second run. I knew it would be smoother, I swore to myself it would be seamless. I planned it up, down, and sideways, and gave myself plenty of time. And I did it. I got my girl, delivered the flowers, and made it back to the shop with an hour before the next deliveries went out.
Of course, nothing is without it's flaws. My daughter became bored, but there was not much for her to do, and she had finished her book. My friend had overbooked, and was scrambling to complete the orders that needed to go out tonight. She is pregnant and also has a mental illness, so she was tired, mentally, emotionally, and physically (but who wouldn't be with 27+ orders in a day???). We worked out a plan and got all of the orders made and ready to be delivered. My daughter was sent home, and I had made the map again, so off I went.
As the sun sunk behind the distant hills, I could feel my anxiety rising. My goal was to finish without another Ativan. I told myself I could. I focused on one order at a time, followed my schedule, and was always polite, even when my heart was telling me to run back to the car. I was doing alright until I arrived at a house later than the Mother had wanted. She was not happy, and her husband was on the phone with my boss. It took a while, as I stood by, glancing furtively from left to right, husband to wife, wondering what would happen next. She insisted he send the flowers back, he insisted they were a sign of his love and devotion. Eventually I threw in a box of chocolates and made a mad dash for the car. Thus came Ativan #2.
I finished the rest of the orders relatively without event. All of the orders were delivered except two, which will be made up for tomorrow. Everything turned out fine, and I made it home, safe, where I can lay in bed and relate this tale to you.
I may not be ready to go back to work. There are not a lot of jobs out there that are willing to let you take numerous breaks, smile, nod, and run away from clients, hide in your car and cry, or take medication that changes your mental state so significantly. If it hadn't been my best friend, I don't know if I would still have a job today, but I got out there, I spoke to strangers, and I made it home alive. This is more than I have done in a long time.
And I am proud of me.
-Nikki