Thursday, July 7, 2011 PM

I'm tired, but I do need to post, I suppose.
Jaime called me the other day to talk a bit, but when she heard how hoarse I am, she told me to not talk, but we would talk again soon.
I've had this problem with hoarsness sinse December, and it finally got to me enough that I went to a Doctor in Morristown.  He is to do surgery on my vocal chords on Monday morning at Lakeway General.  I went today to have a pre-surgical work-up, which seemed to me to be a little exuberant for modern medical standards.  I had to have a blood work-up, an EKG, and a chest X-ray, which I haven't had in many years, even for general anesthesia.  I wonder what he suspects that he ordered all these tests.  The hospital, though small and recent in existence, impressed me with their efficency and patient relations.
The nurse who was doing my blood work-up got the owrd around right away that I'm also a nurse, so I got the Cadillac treatment.  Steve found it rather amusing, but it's what he's come to expect from those who deal with me.
It's rather nice to be treated nicely when you're sick, and I've about had it with being so sick.
We took time to eat while in Morristown, and went by Oakes Salvage to look for some hardwood flooring, and I was totally worn out.  I wanted to come home and lay down so badly, but we went by Creekside, and I got to work on some projects there.  We left about 8:00 this evening, but I got the north wall of the upstairs hallway ready for sheetrock, and did several other chores, so I felt like the day wasn't wasted.
The sheetrock is now ready for plaster and tape in the middle front upstairs bedroom, and it is a relief to see something finally getting finished.
The carpenters got the new windows put into the front part of the upstairs sun room today, and they look splendid.  They let a lot more light into the area, and they will give an outlet for a fire excape, should the need ever arise.  I hope to have a roof over the deck below those windows someday soon.
There was a disaster day before yesterday.  My purse was stolen from out of the pick-up truck.  I had over $500.00 in cash in it, and my driver's license, several credit cards, two check books, and my savings account booklet from Citizen's Bank in Rutledge.  Also my house and car keys were in it, so there's a future security risk involved.  My social security card was in it, also.  The greatest loss was my solitaire diamond engagement ring, which I had worn just last week, and put into the change purse when I got back home before getting into hard chores.  It was almost 3 carats, and I cherished the memories of younger, happier days it siginified.  I could have built another room on our house for what it is worth, but it's gone forever to me now.
It was stolen from out of the front seat while the house was filled with workers, so the thief had to be fairly brazen.
I had to go today and get a new driver's license, but I'm not going to bother to get a new SS card.  My new purse seems so light.
I so wish the same were true of my heart.
My cold (or whatever it is) still lingers, and my chest hurts all the time from the coughing and the lack of breath.  I tire so easily.  I hope I can get some rest after my surgery on Monday.
I need to get a bath and get to bed now.