I don't post much anymore. I've been so ill that I'm not too sure what day it is, and, now that Steve is home, I don't have to care. He's taking over many of the household chores, for which I'm thankful.
The doctors and I (I'm a pretty good diagnostician) cannot seem to find out what all is wrong with me. I'm beggining to suspect a small stroke. No conventional medications seem to be helping, and I'm still not better.
I have trouble walking, and I have to hold onto things to maintain my balance. I can't seem to think straight, or keep coherent thoughts in my mind until I finish a sentence.
My appetite is not good, and I don't want to drink anythig. Steve keeps trying to tempt me with 'exotic' foods and drinks, but it's not working too well.
I haven't left the house all day. I'm not too sure if it's night or day, but it's dark outside.
I'm terribly weak and 'trembly'.
All I can seem to do is lay around.
More later.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Tuesday PM Late
This is just a catch-up post:
My old friend, Faune, who is one of the only people who ever post a comment on my blog, e-mailed me this afternoon to say that she is worried about me. She hadn't seen a blog lately, and I hadn't e-mailed her, so she wanted me to become more internet-active again.
I have been awfully busy, which is normal for me, but I've been pretty sick, so the busy part has drained my energy to the point that I've not felt like much else.
The home robbery of several weeks plays constantly on my mind.
It's terrible that our society has sunk to the point that convicted criminals are walking the streets and robbing people. The drug craze which has swept across the whole world is turning whole communities upside down. I believe that soon, people will be afraid to leave their homes because of the likely hood that some drug-crazed criminal will rob them while they're gone.
I've had three homes robbed, and the police and law enforcement agencies have never resolved the burglaries, though we've known the people who have robbed us each time.
Gifts that loved ones have given me over many years are now gone, because I was away from my home working to be able to pay taxes to support a law enforcement network that has failed me. Just how just is that???
My health is in a terrible shape, and Joan, tha manager of the local Family Dollar, told me this evening that I needed a vacation. I can spell that word, but I'm not sure I know what it means.
I've worked hard all my life, and I'm not one bit sorry. I just hate it that people who do not work can take my belongings and not have to pay.
Cherokee and I went to Knoxville today to get a window exchanged that was the wrong size. We stopped by to cheer the lady who'se the owner of a wallpaper shop. She's terminal, but soilders on. There was an antique shop opening near-by, so we went there, also. I found a bunch of crystal door knobs for $2.50 each. They will look so nice with the ones in Creekside. They're really hard to find, and I was delighted to get them,
I also bought a blow-mold snow man. I collect blow-mold, and it's hard to find, also. I got it for $5.00, which is a real steal. It's about 3 1/2 to 4 foot tall. He's in good condition, and won't need much restoration.
My chest is full of congestion, which makes it hard to breath, and keeps my energy level down. I tried to buy some sudafed this morning at Okie's in Blaine, and they will only sell it now if you have a prescription. Our government has run amuck.
I know criminals make meth with sudafed, but a little old lady with a granny knot doesn't really fit the profile of someone who might put a few poison articles together and sell the product to some fool who wants to burn their teeth.
Stucco and Shawn got a lot of the plaster done in the dining room and the living room. It's as smooth as a baby's butt.
Janie didn't work today, and she would have really made a difference. She had some child to return to it's parents.
She is expected back tomorrow.
I spent this evening putting some shelves in the basement to store all the paint and stains. There are a lot of them, and they were just setting all around the house. They will be out of the way down in the basement.
I couldn't sleep, so I got up to post a little. I've now posted a little, and I'm feeling my eyes burning, so I think I"ll try to go back to bed for a while.
My old friend, Faune, who is one of the only people who ever post a comment on my blog, e-mailed me this afternoon to say that she is worried about me. She hadn't seen a blog lately, and I hadn't e-mailed her, so she wanted me to become more internet-active again.
I have been awfully busy, which is normal for me, but I've been pretty sick, so the busy part has drained my energy to the point that I've not felt like much else.
The home robbery of several weeks plays constantly on my mind.
It's terrible that our society has sunk to the point that convicted criminals are walking the streets and robbing people. The drug craze which has swept across the whole world is turning whole communities upside down. I believe that soon, people will be afraid to leave their homes because of the likely hood that some drug-crazed criminal will rob them while they're gone.
I've had three homes robbed, and the police and law enforcement agencies have never resolved the burglaries, though we've known the people who have robbed us each time.
Gifts that loved ones have given me over many years are now gone, because I was away from my home working to be able to pay taxes to support a law enforcement network that has failed me. Just how just is that???
My health is in a terrible shape, and Joan, tha manager of the local Family Dollar, told me this evening that I needed a vacation. I can spell that word, but I'm not sure I know what it means.
I've worked hard all my life, and I'm not one bit sorry. I just hate it that people who do not work can take my belongings and not have to pay.
Cherokee and I went to Knoxville today to get a window exchanged that was the wrong size. We stopped by to cheer the lady who'se the owner of a wallpaper shop. She's terminal, but soilders on. There was an antique shop opening near-by, so we went there, also. I found a bunch of crystal door knobs for $2.50 each. They will look so nice with the ones in Creekside. They're really hard to find, and I was delighted to get them,
I also bought a blow-mold snow man. I collect blow-mold, and it's hard to find, also. I got it for $5.00, which is a real steal. It's about 3 1/2 to 4 foot tall. He's in good condition, and won't need much restoration.
My chest is full of congestion, which makes it hard to breath, and keeps my energy level down. I tried to buy some sudafed this morning at Okie's in Blaine, and they will only sell it now if you have a prescription. Our government has run amuck.
I know criminals make meth with sudafed, but a little old lady with a granny knot doesn't really fit the profile of someone who might put a few poison articles together and sell the product to some fool who wants to burn their teeth.
Stucco and Shawn got a lot of the plaster done in the dining room and the living room. It's as smooth as a baby's butt.
Janie didn't work today, and she would have really made a difference. She had some child to return to it's parents.
She is expected back tomorrow.
I spent this evening putting some shelves in the basement to store all the paint and stains. There are a lot of them, and they were just setting all around the house. They will be out of the way down in the basement.
I couldn't sleep, so I got up to post a little. I've now posted a little, and I'm feeling my eyes burning, so I think I"ll try to go back to bed for a while.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Sunday PM
I'm still sick with whatever this bug is that's going around. I can hardly breathe, my chest hurts, and I have almost no energy. I believe the stress of all the trouble caused by Penny Bailey is part of the reason I can't seem to get well. I'm going to have her charged with intense mental cruelty and anguish to me when the lazy, good-for-nothing cops ever catch her worthless hide.
That is, if I don't get a shot at her first.
It's been a revelation to me just how cheaply a few 'friends in low places' have offered to bump her off for me. I guess she's hated all over.
Elaine told me today that Rhonda finally heard from Randy, and he's told her he's never coming back home. Well, he's got seven years of parole he's violated, so he'll be somewhere for a long time if the sheriff ever catches him.
I don't know how two such worthless low-life's can breathe good air. He just walked away from three adorable boys and a good wife. Penny had not raised any of her three children, either.
But I f**ked up her life. Yeah, RIGHT!
She sure has a rich fantacy life.
Elaine told me that Kerry has tried to come on to Rhanda. He'd sure be moving up in the world, that's for sure.
I can't believe the creepiness of these people.
Steve went back to work tonight, so I'll be pulling it alone for a few days. He's not going to be gone long this time. He says he wants the overtime he can get on the job, that he misses on his paycheck when he's home.
My gout in my right middle toe is very painful tonight. It's been troubling me for quite a while.
I've never know so many people with flu, phenomia, gout, and like diseases. I wouldn't be at all surprised to find out that the nigger in the white house is poisoning the general population with something. He's just that low.
I haven't got any appetite, and I usually eat like a horse.
John McInerny, a local boy, called me tonight to see if I'd loan him enough money to get to the hospital, as he's sick with the same thing. He offered to sell me a lawnmower for the money. I feel for him, if he's got what I've had.
I finally got all the tile and trim finished in the new upstairs bathroom (last night), and it's really pretty. Steve wouldn't mount the light fixtures for me, though. He said something about feeling a draft coming out of the light fixture. It's from the badly-detoriated overhang upstairs, which will be fixed someday. He didn't believe me when I told him, and even pointed out to him the damage.
I think he was dropped on his head when he was little. He wants to tear off the entire roof to see where the air is coming from. I have a better idea. I'll cut off his air, and see if that doesn't fix the draft.
I'm so bright, when I was little, my momma called me 'Son'.
That is, if I don't get a shot at her first.
It's been a revelation to me just how cheaply a few 'friends in low places' have offered to bump her off for me. I guess she's hated all over.
Elaine told me today that Rhonda finally heard from Randy, and he's told her he's never coming back home. Well, he's got seven years of parole he's violated, so he'll be somewhere for a long time if the sheriff ever catches him.
I don't know how two such worthless low-life's can breathe good air. He just walked away from three adorable boys and a good wife. Penny had not raised any of her three children, either.
But I f**ked up her life. Yeah, RIGHT!
She sure has a rich fantacy life.
Elaine told me that Kerry has tried to come on to Rhanda. He'd sure be moving up in the world, that's for sure.
I can't believe the creepiness of these people.
Steve went back to work tonight, so I'll be pulling it alone for a few days. He's not going to be gone long this time. He says he wants the overtime he can get on the job, that he misses on his paycheck when he's home.
My gout in my right middle toe is very painful tonight. It's been troubling me for quite a while.
I've never know so many people with flu, phenomia, gout, and like diseases. I wouldn't be at all surprised to find out that the nigger in the white house is poisoning the general population with something. He's just that low.
I haven't got any appetite, and I usually eat like a horse.
John McInerny, a local boy, called me tonight to see if I'd loan him enough money to get to the hospital, as he's sick with the same thing. He offered to sell me a lawnmower for the money. I feel for him, if he's got what I've had.
I finally got all the tile and trim finished in the new upstairs bathroom (last night), and it's really pretty. Steve wouldn't mount the light fixtures for me, though. He said something about feeling a draft coming out of the light fixture. It's from the badly-detoriated overhang upstairs, which will be fixed someday. He didn't believe me when I told him, and even pointed out to him the damage.
I think he was dropped on his head when he was little. He wants to tear off the entire roof to see where the air is coming from. I have a better idea. I'll cut off his air, and see if that doesn't fix the draft.
I'm so bright, when I was little, my momma called me 'Son'.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Saturday PM
I've terribly sick with the Hong Kong Flu, and had a kidney infection, a UTI, and severe respiratory distress to go with it.
I'm still not back up to par.
I can hardly type, and can't play the piano.
I only ate two slices of toast in a week, and drank very little fluid, but slept almost non-stop.
I didn't wash my hair for a week, and didn't even go out on the porch to feed the cats.
I finally went to the ER in Jefferson City on Thursday night. We were there for HOURS. NEVER go to the ER if you're in a hurry.
I was so miserable the whole time. Dorothy Reagan's daughter took care of me, and she is very nice, but I was impatient to get out of there.
Friday, Sister Valentine called to tell me that Brother Valentine had died. The funeral is tomorrow. He was a fine man, and will be sadly missed. I hope all will be OK with Sister Valentine. She will be rattling around in that huge house alone now.
I don't know if I will be able to drive over for the funeral, which will be at Blue Springs Church of God.
Brother Ingrhan will be holding the funeral, and he doesn't like me. There's not too much love lost.
A detective located some jewelry that Penny Bailey pawned in Tazewell, which sounds suspiciously like mine. She's never rightfully owned a piece of jewelry in her whole worthless life. She and Randy had gone to Jefferson City and robbed the CVS at gunpoint, so the best thing that could happen to her is for her to get behind bars quickly. Otherwise, she could wind up face down in a ditch. She's been warned.
I'm going to get a receipt from Robert's for the repairs to her jeep, which I will also present as claims against her when she comes to trial, if she lives to show up in court.
I finished the tile work in the new upstairs bathroom today, and began cleaning the tile to get it ready for grouting. It has quite a bit of adhesive on it, though I tried to be careful to not get any on the surface of the tile. Steve is going to set the toilet as soon as I get the grout finished.
The bathtub surround is gorgeous, being set in travertine and copper ceramic.
It's taking forever to get all the work done.
I so want things to get finished.
My eyes are burning, so I'll post more later.
I'm still not back up to par.
I can hardly type, and can't play the piano.
I only ate two slices of toast in a week, and drank very little fluid, but slept almost non-stop.
I didn't wash my hair for a week, and didn't even go out on the porch to feed the cats.
I finally went to the ER in Jefferson City on Thursday night. We were there for HOURS. NEVER go to the ER if you're in a hurry.
I was so miserable the whole time. Dorothy Reagan's daughter took care of me, and she is very nice, but I was impatient to get out of there.
Friday, Sister Valentine called to tell me that Brother Valentine had died. The funeral is tomorrow. He was a fine man, and will be sadly missed. I hope all will be OK with Sister Valentine. She will be rattling around in that huge house alone now.
I don't know if I will be able to drive over for the funeral, which will be at Blue Springs Church of God.
Brother Ingrhan will be holding the funeral, and he doesn't like me. There's not too much love lost.
A detective located some jewelry that Penny Bailey pawned in Tazewell, which sounds suspiciously like mine. She's never rightfully owned a piece of jewelry in her whole worthless life. She and Randy had gone to Jefferson City and robbed the CVS at gunpoint, so the best thing that could happen to her is for her to get behind bars quickly. Otherwise, she could wind up face down in a ditch. She's been warned.
I'm going to get a receipt from Robert's for the repairs to her jeep, which I will also present as claims against her when she comes to trial, if she lives to show up in court.
I finished the tile work in the new upstairs bathroom today, and began cleaning the tile to get it ready for grouting. It has quite a bit of adhesive on it, though I tried to be careful to not get any on the surface of the tile. Steve is going to set the toilet as soon as I get the grout finished.
The bathtub surround is gorgeous, being set in travertine and copper ceramic.
It's taking forever to get all the work done.
I so want things to get finished.
My eyes are burning, so I'll post more later.
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