I have had many TMS symptoms over the years and dealt with them successfully. But the mind is clever and inventive, frequently coming up with a new one. Three nights ago I had sudden severe pain down my right leg; it could not be ignored. Each night it has returned, but only when I am in bed at night--not even when I take a nap earlier in the day in the same bed. I have "challenged" the symptoms by some light workouts in my basement gym, and these have caused no pain. I can do knee bends, squats, with no pain. But it's a different story at night. Last night I had perhaps one hour of sleep before the shooting pain began, and I am a wreck this morning. I have "done the work" and tried to think of what could be causing these sudden and (to me, at least) puzzling episodes.
As I have posted on this forum previously, I am a chocolatier, which is, of course, an occupation that almost requires an OCD kind of personality. I am overly sensitive to what people (including customers) think of me, and I crave approval. One of my long-term customers has been a restaurant, which offers a "trio" of my chocolates as one dessert option. This has been a connection that means a lot to me, even though, with the wholesale prices I offer, I make no money from this arrangement. The chocolates have been a success, and the restaurant has been selling 16 servings over a one- or two-week period of time. Keeping a supply in stock means that this customer requires that I increase the size of each batch I make. About eight months ago the restaurant hired a new chef. She likes to make desserts, and the restaurant is now offering a few more desserts than previously, but I was assured she still wants the chocolates on the menu. All desserts were priced roughly the same, and the chocolates continued to sell, although a bit more slowly. I expected and accepted that situation. Recently, however, the restaurant increased the price of the chocolate option so that it is now $4 higher than the other desserts. It is easy to guess what happened. When I asked the general manager why the price had been increased so dramatically, she assured me "your chocolates are worth it." Sales indicate otherwise. So these days the restaurant rarely orders from me, and when they do, the chocolates take a long time to sell--which, from a practical point of view, is not good for the quality of the product. It was impossible for me to ignore the strong possibility that the price of the chocolates was increased deliberately to make them less attractive; after all, who is going to pay $14 for three chocolates when they can have a slice of Basque cheesecake for $10? I have a tendency to run away from problems rather than have a confrontation, but in this case I tried to make the case to the GM that the price increase was having a negative impact on sales but had no success. So finally, after much thought (probably too much thought, but that is to be expected from me), I emailed the general manager stating that I would no longer be selling the chocolates to the restaurant. I did not leave them in the lurch; the email was after a big delivery. So far I have not had a response. But I feel certain my body has responded with my new symptoms, which began two days before I finally sent the email.
I feel good about the decision I made. I have another restaurant customer where the chocolates are selling faster than I can make them, so I know it wasn't the product that was the issue. I have plenty of retail customers, who pay a higher price that allows me to make a small profit (I am retired, so this business is really more of a hobby). But there is no question that this seven-year arrangement with the first restaurant meant a lot to me, probably much more than I thought. Clearly my brain was not happy with the decision to stop, or at least part of my brain.
I would appreciate any guidance in getting through this episode that I am virtually certain is TMS but that is disrupting my life to an extraordinary degree.
As I have posted on this forum previously, I am a chocolatier, which is, of course, an occupation that almost requires an OCD kind of personality. I am overly sensitive to what people (including customers) think of me, and I crave approval. One of my long-term customers has been a restaurant, which offers a "trio" of my chocolates as one dessert option. This has been a connection that means a lot to me, even though, with the wholesale prices I offer, I make no money from this arrangement. The chocolates have been a success, and the restaurant has been selling 16 servings over a one- or two-week period of time. Keeping a supply in stock means that this customer requires that I increase the size of each batch I make. About eight months ago the restaurant hired a new chef. She likes to make desserts, and the restaurant is now offering a few more desserts than previously, but I was assured she still wants the chocolates on the menu. All desserts were priced roughly the same, and the chocolates continued to sell, although a bit more slowly. I expected and accepted that situation. Recently, however, the restaurant increased the price of the chocolate option so that it is now $4 higher than the other desserts. It is easy to guess what happened. When I asked the general manager why the price had been increased so dramatically, she assured me "your chocolates are worth it." Sales indicate otherwise. So these days the restaurant rarely orders from me, and when they do, the chocolates take a long time to sell--which, from a practical point of view, is not good for the quality of the product. It was impossible for me to ignore the strong possibility that the price of the chocolates was increased deliberately to make them less attractive; after all, who is going to pay $14 for three chocolates when they can have a slice of Basque cheesecake for $10? I have a tendency to run away from problems rather than have a confrontation, but in this case I tried to make the case to the GM that the price increase was having a negative impact on sales but had no success. So finally, after much thought (probably too much thought, but that is to be expected from me), I emailed the general manager stating that I would no longer be selling the chocolates to the restaurant. I did not leave them in the lurch; the email was after a big delivery. So far I have not had a response. But I feel certain my body has responded with my new symptoms, which began two days before I finally sent the email.
I feel good about the decision I made. I have another restaurant customer where the chocolates are selling faster than I can make them, so I know it wasn't the product that was the issue. I have plenty of retail customers, who pay a higher price that allows me to make a small profit (I am retired, so this business is really more of a hobby). But there is no question that this seven-year arrangement with the first restaurant meant a lot to me, probably much more than I thought. Clearly my brain was not happy with the decision to stop, or at least part of my brain.
I would appreciate any guidance in getting through this episode that I am virtually certain is TMS but that is disrupting my life to an extraordinary degree.