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A blizzard of other problems, too. While Wings was outside briefly yesterday, the wind kicked up and before he he could get back to the studio to shut the door, it had driven freezing rain inside it, all over. So on a day when he intended to work on new pieces, he spent the entire time cleaning up and drying out the studio.
Meanwhile, I got hit with a $400 expense seemingly out of nowhere (it's not nowhere, actually, but forgetfulness is the wages of autoimmune cognitive issues, chronic fatigue, and constant, unending pain). No, I have no way to take care of it. Then last night, reaching up to put away a pan, my upper back on the left side (ribs, spine, and scap) subluxed so badly I couldn't sleep all night and can barely move now. I have so much to do, and I can't do any of it. The pain was . . . something, like a knife blade slicing through all of the connective tissue, and it brought me literally to my knees. I don't know how I'm going to work today.
I'm so demoralized right now.
And as I said, I know it's a holiday for most folks, but the bills (to say nothing of their collectors) don't take holidays. The rest is all cut-and-paste, but please read it anyway. It matters, because while sales are literally all that matters at the moment, what else the wind leaves behind is all the rest of the work, and ALL of the bills. But really, it's SALES.
SALES SALES SALES. That's all it's about now. A lot of y'all don't realize this, but the Pueblo closes for much of the winter, starting usually a month to six weeks after the new year. Even before Christmas, the whole month of December locks vehicles out of the village, and that reduces tourist traffic a lot. Even though we're not physically there anymore, the drop in tourism affects us, too — and the numbers are down all over town and seemingly getting worse every single year.
What folks also don't realize is that this means that holiday sales are what keep us alive, through not just the end of the year but essentially the first six months of the year to come. This is it; this is what the whole year leads up to, and even in off years, Wings would still be filling commissions beginning around the first of October.
This year? NOTHING. None. Zip. Zero. And there are, effectively, fewer than four weeks left of the holiday sales season, because it takes time to make things, to say nothing of shipping them.
I don't know what we're going to do.
I'm back to using my rescue inhaler daily, along with the O2 at night, to deal with the breathing issues attending the sudden cold. My pain levels, especially after putting my body through so much these last few weeks to protect the house, are completely unmanageable now. And I'm looking at potentially canceling my doctor's appointment on the fifth, because . . . nothing is coming in, and we have a winter to get through. For those wondering about my own health issues, see here, although now there's a new wrinkle I'm not even going to bother to try to explain (suffice to say there's no affording treatment); with regard to the work being done, some of the details are here. Folks can help in several ways, and we really need it now:
Please share everything, because I'm suddenly back behind the eight-ball on a whole additional front, and yeah, I'm scared about covering everything and surviving, too. Thanks.
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