There's not been as much excitement, though some at the chemo clinic.
I had one of my 'sleeping migraines' on Monday, and what would you know(?) the clinic was backed up terribly.
I kept telling everyone that I needed to lay down, or I would throw up. I don't know if they just didn't believe me, or if they didn't care, or if they were really all that busy, that they couldn't get me into a prone position, but they had just got me layed down, and I vomited up my toe nails.
The nurse got the doctor into the room really quickly, and she said that, with me being sick, I couldn't have chemo. That's twice that I've been too sick to have medical treatment.
I assured everyone that I would feel better after a day's rest, but they all seemed so surprised when I went in looking fine this morning.
Mother knows these things.
Two peafowl hens are setting on the same nest, so I hope the babies will have good mothering when they hatch.
Lynn didn't come this time for my chemo. She called last night to report that she has shingles. She wasn't aware that you could get a 'shingles shot' in most up-scale drug stores nowadays. She didn't want me to be exposed to anything that would cause me any more misery.
I told her that I was adding to my treasure of beads every day. I hope to be able to knock her socks off with all my new beads.
I called Steve's parents, and requested of Marge any left-over hobby supplies that she might have in her extensive collection of sewing and craft supplies. Lynn told me last night that she's sending me some lace and materials soon in the mail.
I've got to go up by the trailer to see if John's moved out, and I predict that he hasn't, so I will go to the court house and get an official eviction notice served on him. I think he thinks that he could 'sweet talk' me out of making him move. No way.
While I was getting chemo yesterday, Steve went out and rented a small sander with which to sand around the walls. I've used one before, and they're quite the trick. He and I were both fatigued last night, so didn't use the sander, We'll just have to pay another day's rental, but I really want those floors done. Then we can go ahead with door trim and baseboards. I can finish the floors with that trim in place.
Steve says he wants me to do the final finish on the floors, and he knows that the help we have would never suit me. I'm very particular with my wood finishing.
The floors are going to look great, but not exactly like they looked when the Lowe's lived there. They will be quite a bit lighter. I like the lighter look in my house. Lighter floors don't show as much dust, either.
I feel terrible all the time, so I don't get much done.
ClarenceSingleton is mowing at both houses, and he works for very little, because he wants us to help him when he needs help, and he knows that he will get it. He gets fed, his laundry done, he's cared for, and he gets new clothes.
He's been sleeping at Creekside some, which is not a bad idea.
I'm going to work on some small projects for a few minutes, then I need to get back to bed.
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