Misses Yuck.

Okay, so I finally got rolling again on the 6th of Jan. I picked up a load in Ohio and headed back to my house for one last night at home (I got really spoiled with all that time off, okay!). I hit the road early Wed. morning and made it to our terminal in Carlisle, PA...already exhausted for the day. Thursday morning, I hit it again and made my delivery in CT around the one o'clock hour I believe it was. I was starting to feel really icky by this time, but figured I'd shake it with some Zicam and Vitamin C.

As I was being unloaded I received my next work assignment which would take me into Mass. to pick up a preloaded trailer and head south towards Savannah, GA. With enough time to get the load and put a couple of hours of highway behind me left on my day, I did just that. I was pooped and was glad to have found parking at a travel plaza on I-95 in CT.

I'm learning that while there are usually a few parking spaces available at these plaza's just before sundown, it's really NOT the best pick for parking spots. Especially around the Milford, CT area. But, I hate the Pilot and the other T/S there at ex. 40 more than the travel plaza's. And since I was very close on hours, I knew I couldn't make it much further. So I pulled into the travel plaza to shut down.

I woke up at around 4:30 am (Fri. morning) thinking there must be some crazy storm brewing. It sounded like something was tapping on my drivers' side door and my truck was swaying side to side. As I really started to come out of my comatose sleeping state I realized that I didn't hear anything else that was tell-tale of wind or any other sort of weather phenomenon. And just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped.

I rolled back over and planned to drift back off to dreamland when suddenly the tapping and swaying started again. Now more alert, I realized it was someone knocking on my door. The swaying was caused by someone standing on my side steps trying to "shake me awake" apparently.

I threw back my curtain and saw "the Whore" hanging onto my mirror looking back towards the rest of the parking lot, chewing her gum like a Valley Girl, hair in a sloppy pony tail and sweat beads forming along the hairline on her forehead. As I threw back the curtain she turned to face me. In my most pissed off expression I pointed to the "no lot lizard" sticker clearly displayed on my window, flipped her off and mouthed the word "Whore" silently.

Sadly it took her a few extra seconds before realization snapped across her face. Her stepping down off my truck was the last thing I saw as I yanked the curtain back into place.

F'n Whores.

I believe it was this same plaza that I was previously mistaken for a lot lizard by a car full of lot lizards last year. One of which knocked on my door later that night, suddenly realizing that I was not a Whore like her, but an actual truck driver.

I almost feel like I should apologize for using such a harsh term for these "professional women". But I can't do it. Because that's what they are. Whores. They could get real jobs, but instead they chose to sell their "wares" in parking lots across America. I have zero respect for them.

But I digress... so being woke up at 4:30 in the morning didn't agree with me for the rest of the day pretty much. As I said I had started feeling icky the day before, a tickle of a sore throat, mostly nasal congestion. But by this time it was really starting to kick up a notch and my whole body was aching.

I needed to press on as I had to deliver the load I picked up in MA. on Thurs., in GA by noon on Saturday. So Friday was a big driving day, putting on nearly 600 miles to get from Milford, CT to Kenly, NC. I was wrecked... exhausted... sick as a dog by the time I stopped at the TA in Kenley. I called, begging for mercy but mercy wasn't in the area to recover the load. So I was stuck.

I rested up as best I could Friday night and early Saturday morning I got up and started the last leg of my journey. I was miserable the whole time, coughing, snotting, sneezing, hacking... and HURTING all over. But I made it an hour before it was actually due. As I was dropping the trailer I heard beeps coming from my Qualcomm. Crap... another load.

This one I picked up nearby and was to head north with towards Raleigh, NC. It was preloaded and had three stops loaded on it. I grabbed the load and hit the road, reluctantly. I made it as far as Latta, SC for the night. I was feeling horrible by the time I pulled into the Wilco T/S parking lot, my head pounding and my cough sounding worse and worse. I parked, logged, went in and used the restroom, ate food and returned to my truck.

I set my alarm for 1700 and and figured I'd take a little nap. I was out before I hit the pillow and woke suddenly when my alarm went off. I didn't think I'd been asleep for nearly two hours. But indeed I had. I woke up long enough to call my sweetie, then back to sleep I went. I woke up at around 4:30 this morning, this time to actual rain and wind attacking my truck. When I realized it was indeed just a storm, I rolled back over and slept until 8:30.

At that point I got up, got motivated and hit the road to make it a little closer to Raleigh. On the way I realized I shouldn't have been driving at all. I was unable to concentrate, focus, and do what needs to be done to be a safe driver. My head was still pounding, my cough worse than before, my nose dripping unabated. I was wrapped in a cold blanket of misery. Luckily by the time I made the realization that I shouldn't be driving I was nearing my intended destination.

Two hours of total work today, and I'm ready to pass out from exhaustion. I sent in a message to ask if there was any chance that someone else could come get this load and do the three stop deliveries tomorrow. And after a little fuss and muss with the idiots that work weekends, a relay was set up and I can now rest and try to get well.

I will call my manager in the morning to work on a plan of action. I believe that if I still feel this badly come morning, I should probably seek medical attention. I am in fear mostly of infection, which left untreated can cause a whole host of other problems. So until tomorrow, I'm taking it easy and just resting.