As the luck of the Irish would have it, I wasn't able to find Corned Beef and Cabbage for dinner last night. (Or any sudsy brews either....sigh)
Speaking of food (aren’t I always?) I find that I do have to take back at least some of the unkind remarks about Subway that I have made in the past. (Who, me?) I tried their personal pan pizza today, and I must say it was very close to Pizza Hut and not bad at all. Definitely a huge improvement over the sandwiches. I do like their fresh baked cookies too, but then again, its hard for me to find a cookie that I don’t like. And speaking of cookies, its that time of the year again, Girl Scout Cookie Season. I don’t think I will find any of those anytime soon, and that's probably a good thing.
We arrived in Montross, Virginia about 3:30 yesterday afternoon. We finished getting loaded about 1:30 in the morning. No, that isn’t a typo. We sat in the shipping yard all night waiting for them to load the 3 trucks ahead of us, then when it was finally our turn, one of their own trucks came into the yard. We ended up having to wait for them to unload the Styrofoam blocks on that truck and then load it with trailers. The yard foreman did tell us to let dispatch know, and hopefully we will get paid some detention pay for the delay.
We have a load of 24 small utility trailers, going to two different Tractor Supply stores in Michigan. It barely pays enough to make the trip worthwhile. Michigan, one of the worst, if not the worst state in the county in regards to economy, is not a hotbed of frieghht in order to get something else to pick up either.
We spent the night right there at their yard but we needed to head to the nearest truck stop first thing for fuel and showers.
We pass the sign for the George Washington birthplace national monument, as well as many other historical markers.
The thick almost impenetrable fog only adds another element to our gloomy moods. The caffeine gods have not shined on me yet this morning, and I have a very good feeling its going to be one of my “mole-asses” days today! Yep, slower than molasses in Fargo.
The fog finally lifts, but only outside. In my head its still as impenetrable as ever. Two hot steaming cups of Earl and a hot shower hasn’t ignited any flashes of comprehension in my gray matter yet this morning.
For me, that is the worst part of dealing with Fibromyalgia, the "brain fog" and loss of cognitive function. Gee, I look "normal" and act "normal" (sometimes), its hard to believe that those synapses in my brain arent in any way functioning normally.
I feel a cold coming on, or maybe allergies, so I take some zinc, some Emergen-C Immune formula and, after 2 more cups of caffeine (no vodka or valium in those. It might not make me feel better, but I wouldn't care!) I'm starting to feel almost human again. Or maybe its just the sunshine and 75 degree weather we gladly find in Maryland.
I try to stockpile whatever supplements I think I’m going to need, because, lets face it, the only supplements you are going to find at a truck stop are expensive little bottles of high powered caffeine shots.
While truck drivers do not need to be able to leap tall buildings with a single bound, there are many talents that they do need to have. Not the least of those is the ability to go all day without a bathroom break while drinking copius amounts of coffee. Seriously though, truck drivers deal with a tremendous amount of pressure, both in constrainsts placed on them by Hours of Service laws, shippers and receivers, and deadlines, just to name a few. Then there are your garden variety blizzards, tornadoes, hurricanes, earthquakes and flash floods. Mechanical problems.....always. the ability to navigate rush hour traffic while simultaneously driving, talking on the phone and the CB, writing down directions, reading the map and eating a sammie.....JUST KIDDING!!! You cant do all that while you are eating a sandwhich, you'll crush your bread!!
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