Yesterday was my birthday. I had one of my 'sleeping migraines', and didn't do anything but lay in bed most of the day.
Steve was also tired, and he kept me company.
It's pretty cold this morning, and I didn't sleep well last night, so I'm starting my day really late.
Bill calls often to see how I'm doing. I think he's afraid I've come unhinger over the election fiasco, but I noticed that gun sales are way up since the election, so other people seem to be feeling the same trouble coming that I do.
Last week, Ruth and Sue Renfro were arrested and jailed because they had a car that looked similar to one driven by a hold-up man that robbed Oakie's Pharmacy in Blaine. Sue is in her 60's, and Ruth must be about 90, or close. Ruth's son, Jimmy, is the Road Commissioner for Grainger County. He went to his mother's house as soon as he heard that Casper had called out a swat team to get these 'really bad' old ladies. I've known Ruth well for many years, and I don't see how anyone could think that she would be able to pull off such a caper. Sue is 'slow', and lived with Ruth. They tried to tell the police that they had not driven their car for several days, and showed them that the motor was cold. Sue even offered to take them to a man's house that had a similar car, but they arrested her and her mother, anyway. The persecution of Christian white people has begun.
If Casper and his band of crazies come here, they won't find a sick old woman who will go along to get along. They'll find a Bitch with a Bun who has lots of big guns, hair trigger nerves, and is a pretty good shot. ...and a good neighbor named Creed Daniel, who will get her off.
I've been battling the Hong Kong Flu for almost two weeks, but I think it's finally about to leave.
I'm supposed to have chemo tomorrow, but if I'm still sick, Dr. Corcoran won't give it to me. I don't even want to be around all those other chemo patients, as I might make them sick. We have no resistance to illness while on chemo.
My washer burned out it's bearings. It's a Whirlpool Duet, a front loader, and was stacked under the dryer. It was a nightmare getting it out, and the bearing costs over $200.00, so we've decided to use another one that I had bought for Creekside. Steve wants to re-do the laundry room, but I wish he wouldn't. I designed the one we have, and I liked it the way it was. He never finished projects, and I can just see me being without a washer for a month. When Steve is home, I do a couple of loads every day. There are just too many other things that need to be done. He still hasn't put the trim around our front door on Clairemont, and we've lived in this house for 16 years. He hasn't put the closet doors on the closets in our bedroom, and we've had them for about 8 years.
Janie has an MRI scheduled for today. I hope all goes well with that.
I need to get off here.
Oh, Barbara is still fat.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Wednesday PM
That wreched nigger is flaunting his 'win', which is actually a corruption of the electoral process. He makes me want to throw up in my mouth.
He has ruined this country.
I had Steve take down the American flag out on the bluff, and I sewed a four-inch trim of black around it, flew it upside down, and at half-mast. I am very aware of what has happened to this once great nation.
I got my chemo pump again yesterday, and I'm so sick and sore all over. I hurt so badly. I must have pulled something or lifted something heavy, because I've got my post out of place, and it was really hard for Tammy to get the IV needle inserted. She had to push and twist really hard, and I'm bruised and sore all around it in particular.
A new nurse was there to get some experience in the chemo unit, and Penny asked me to let her use me as a guinea pig, and for me to instruct her. Her name is also Penny, and I quipped that now we had two pennies to rub together. She made a few small mistakes, but was competent, and I wanted to be patient with her and encourage her in her new ex[perience. She has been a nurse for 21 years already, but had no experience in a chemo unit, so I had a unique experience in helping to train her.
After my treatment was over, they had me to address a new class of training LPN,s. They looked so professional in their whites, and I encouraged them to keep wearing whites. They probably won't, as nurses have forsaken the old uniforms for much more casual attire, which I hate.
I've slept most of the day. I either sleep a lot or I'm in pain when I have the horrible pump in. The cats keep me company, though.
Stumpy lays against my neck and snuggles her mom. Sweety is more stand-offish. Stumpy often sits on my neck as I'm on the computer, and she's here with me now. She's a true cuddler.
Janie and I are planning the decorations for Christmas, and we're hoping to make Creekside look really great. We want to have a Christmas dinner there for a celebration. It would be nice to get some more work done before the holidays, but I'm so weak and tired all of the time, I can't get any more done.
I'm depressed a lot, both because of the election and the death of our country, and my illness and inability to do much.
I don't hear much from Lynn anymore.
Mary Douglass is coming tomorrow.
The house is dirty and needs her good work.
I met a fellow at the chemo clinic yesterday who had on a shirt from the IGA in Bean Station. We talked briefly, as he had brought his wife in for treatment. She looked bad, and he told me she is a 4. There's not a five. She's metasticised all over, and is terminal. I asked him if he knew Mary Douglass, and he said that they're related. It's a small world.
Peggy Smith, a local lady from Rutledge, has had to start chemo again, and asked me to pray for her. She cries all the time, and is a nervous wreck. She goes to Fort Sanders for hers, and I told her that if she would come up to Morristown, she'd be much happier. I give her a kiss each time I see her. She's battled cancer for many years. At Morristown, we're just one big happy family. We grieve for the ones we lose, and we rejoice for the ones who are finally released.
I have only two more treatments, and Steve insisted that I take them. Janie promised him that she would get me there, kicking and screaming if necessary, to finish the schedule,
My hair is still coming out, but I have just enough to look like I've got a hair-do. I don't have any hair that is more than 6-8 inches long, and it's trickey to get it to look nice.
Chris Watson worked today with Janie , and got the John Deere tractor home to Clairemont. We need it here for scraping the driveway this winter.
I don't know what good it will doWe could just as well drive on rutts, for the short time we will be allowed to live on our own property, Otto and Eddie have been through this before and are terrified and despondandt. Many are afraid to say anything at all.
I'm 'woozy' and a little confused, so I'm going back to bed and try to rest a little. Perhaps the girls will comfort me and try to keep me safe.
I feel terrible.
Steve has no patience with me when I'm troubled, so handle it the best I can, and get Janie to help me along.
Cherokee has made the statement that God is making me an example. But she has her ib up on rPeople are pulling at me from all directiob .
Time to get to bed. The drugs are getting to working.
He has ruined this country.
I had Steve take down the American flag out on the bluff, and I sewed a four-inch trim of black around it, flew it upside down, and at half-mast. I am very aware of what has happened to this once great nation.
I got my chemo pump again yesterday, and I'm so sick and sore all over. I hurt so badly. I must have pulled something or lifted something heavy, because I've got my post out of place, and it was really hard for Tammy to get the IV needle inserted. She had to push and twist really hard, and I'm bruised and sore all around it in particular.
A new nurse was there to get some experience in the chemo unit, and Penny asked me to let her use me as a guinea pig, and for me to instruct her. Her name is also Penny, and I quipped that now we had two pennies to rub together. She made a few small mistakes, but was competent, and I wanted to be patient with her and encourage her in her new ex[perience. She has been a nurse for 21 years already, but had no experience in a chemo unit, so I had a unique experience in helping to train her.
After my treatment was over, they had me to address a new class of training LPN,s. They looked so professional in their whites, and I encouraged them to keep wearing whites. They probably won't, as nurses have forsaken the old uniforms for much more casual attire, which I hate.
I've slept most of the day. I either sleep a lot or I'm in pain when I have the horrible pump in. The cats keep me company, though.
Stumpy lays against my neck and snuggles her mom. Sweety is more stand-offish. Stumpy often sits on my neck as I'm on the computer, and she's here with me now. She's a true cuddler.
Janie and I are planning the decorations for Christmas, and we're hoping to make Creekside look really great. We want to have a Christmas dinner there for a celebration. It would be nice to get some more work done before the holidays, but I'm so weak and tired all of the time, I can't get any more done.
I'm depressed a lot, both because of the election and the death of our country, and my illness and inability to do much.
I don't hear much from Lynn anymore.
Mary Douglass is coming tomorrow.
The house is dirty and needs her good work.
I met a fellow at the chemo clinic yesterday who had on a shirt from the IGA in Bean Station. We talked briefly, as he had brought his wife in for treatment. She looked bad, and he told me she is a 4. There's not a five. She's metasticised all over, and is terminal. I asked him if he knew Mary Douglass, and he said that they're related. It's a small world.
Peggy Smith, a local lady from Rutledge, has had to start chemo again, and asked me to pray for her. She cries all the time, and is a nervous wreck. She goes to Fort Sanders for hers, and I told her that if she would come up to Morristown, she'd be much happier. I give her a kiss each time I see her. She's battled cancer for many years. At Morristown, we're just one big happy family. We grieve for the ones we lose, and we rejoice for the ones who are finally released.
I have only two more treatments, and Steve insisted that I take them. Janie promised him that she would get me there, kicking and screaming if necessary, to finish the schedule,
My hair is still coming out, but I have just enough to look like I've got a hair-do. I don't have any hair that is more than 6-8 inches long, and it's trickey to get it to look nice.
Chris Watson worked today with Janie , and got the John Deere tractor home to Clairemont. We need it here for scraping the driveway this winter.
I don't know what good it will doWe could just as well drive on rutts, for the short time we will be allowed to live on our own property, Otto and Eddie have been through this before and are terrified and despondandt. Many are afraid to say anything at all.
I'm 'woozy' and a little confused, so I'm going back to bed and try to rest a little. Perhaps the girls will comfort me and try to keep me safe.
I feel terrible.
Steve has no patience with me when I'm troubled, so handle it the best I can, and get Janie to help me along.
Cherokee has made the statement that God is making me an example. But she has her ib up on rPeople are pulling at me from all directiob .
Time to get to bed. The drugs are getting to working.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
It is horrible beyond words what has happened.
That wreched nigger squatter has been given 4 more years in the White House.
It spells the end of this great country, and I am despondent.
I've taken to my bed, and I don't know at this point if I will ever be able to walk the streets again.
I'm going to discontinue my chemotherapy, and I now wish to die a lingering death at the hands of some cancer, rather than see this once-great country awash in blood as the demons from hell drag all us Republicans from our homes into the streets and tear us limb from limb.
Steve begged me to go to Creekside with him to work some today, but I couldn't. There's little use in trying to do better, if all that I and other good people do is taken from us and given to deadbeats, whores, bastards, and liars.
I feel that my life is over, as are the lives of all others who have stood against the decline of this country and the morals which once guided us.
God has turned His back on us, and we are being led into captivity. The white wage-earners in this country are soon to be enslaved by the niggers, spicks, and welfare classes of white trash, and we will be worked only as long as we hold value as slaves, then butchered and probably fed to their dogs.
America has become a vast unmarked shallow grave.
We are lost forever.
That wreched nigger squatter has been given 4 more years in the White House.
It spells the end of this great country, and I am despondent.
I've taken to my bed, and I don't know at this point if I will ever be able to walk the streets again.
I'm going to discontinue my chemotherapy, and I now wish to die a lingering death at the hands of some cancer, rather than see this once-great country awash in blood as the demons from hell drag all us Republicans from our homes into the streets and tear us limb from limb.
Steve begged me to go to Creekside with him to work some today, but I couldn't. There's little use in trying to do better, if all that I and other good people do is taken from us and given to deadbeats, whores, bastards, and liars.
I feel that my life is over, as are the lives of all others who have stood against the decline of this country and the morals which once guided us.
God has turned His back on us, and we are being led into captivity. The white wage-earners in this country are soon to be enslaved by the niggers, spicks, and welfare classes of white trash, and we will be worked only as long as we hold value as slaves, then butchered and probably fed to their dogs.
America has become a vast unmarked shallow grave.
We are lost forever.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Saturday, November 3, 2012
I guess it's time to post again.
I just talked with Judy, my favorite niece, and she told me that her graduation ceremony is on December 16, at 2:00. She's getting her MSN, and I'm so proud of her I could just pop.
She's planning to go for her PHD next, and I will fully support her dream of doing better and helping others.
My chemo has been pretty bad this time. I'm losing touch sensation in my finger tips, which is a bad sign of side effects. My doctor, Dr. Corchoran, tests me each time I see her (every two weeks) to see about the sensation, and I was doing alright until this last chemo treatment. My hair is still coming out, not too much at a time, but I've collected a couple of shopping bags now, and the end is not in sight. The double-whammy of the cancer and the chemo are about to finish me off.
Steve is still wet-nursing me all the time, and it's really helping me a lot.
I've started to re-gain some weight, and Dr. Cochoran is extatic. She told me that she wished half of her patients had the attitude and determination that I do. She says that my spirit does as much good as her medicines. But my spirit doesn't cause me to lose my hair.
I took Sheila, one of my nurses, some water-filled shoe liners this week. She and I wear the same size shoes, and I had shown her some that I was using. She took her shoes off and put them in right away. She was so pleased that I had brought her something. All my nurses at Thompson's are such delightful ladies. There's such a good spirit there.
Janie and I went to Habitat for Humanity in Dandridge yesterday and got some really good deals. Steve and I needed a new mattress, as my side of the air bed had sprung a leak. We got a really good buy on a kind sized mattress. My friend, Ann, who is the manager there, gives me really good discounts. I had told Janie on the way over that if they had a piano or organ in the shop, I could get a better price. I always set up and demonstrate their music instruments, and sinse I only play gospel, Ann stands beside the instrument and sings the songs I play. We have good times, and she is glad that someone is there to make the most of their instruments.
Janie and I had gone to the Habitat on Merchant's Road in Knoxville on Friday, and I got some really terriffic buys there, too. The former assistant manager is back. He's the most delightful black man, and is a pastor of a United Methodist Church in Clinton, Tn. He just gives me any small article that I want, and drastically cuts the prices of other things I might want.
I got some 2' wide insulation, some wall studs, a beautiful etched-glass storm door, a nice wooden blind for Janie, some marble window sills, some styro-foam insulation panels, and lots of small items. He only charged me a small amount for all my things, and Janie and I were really proud of our shopping experience. It's worth the trip to go there when Kevin is on duty.
Janie is the only person we employe now, and she and I have about decided to just work together throughout the winter, doing only small jobs, both because of my health and our inability to do much heavy lifting.
We got the cows at Clairemont into the corral and had Ed Boling to haul them to the auction for us this week. I am not able to care for them as I should, and Steve is gone so much, and has other work on him with my care, so I decided to sell them.
The beef prices are down, but we still made a nice amount from them.
Steve is pretty pretty proud, and he really likes the new mattress I bought, so he was grinning like a possum last night. His attitude has been patient and more gentle, and I pray that it continues.
I haven't heard much from Lynn lately. I hope all is well there. She was having a flare last I heard.
I'm still sewing a lot. I'm re-doing a lot of tops and things, some for myself and some to sell in my shop. I use fabric paint, beads, sequins, lace, fringe, and a host of other materials to make the shirts and tops unique, and a teacher at Jopppa Elementary asked me last when I would open my shop and offer some of my creations to the public. I think I might do alright, and Lynn told me that I should do really well with my creations.
My Brother sewing machine was giving me a little trouble with the zig-zag attachment, but my New Home has a killer zig-zag, so I think I'll just set it up for zig-zag, and let it do the work it's best suited for. I have a pretty nice little sewing corner up in the day room, but I need a little better light. I probably could use a better prescription for my eye glasses, too, but I'll bet I get the lights before I go to the eye doctor.
Steve is going to put a set of gas logs into the fireplace up there, so I will have it even nicer. I spend quite a bit of time up there now.
Well, the sun is shinning, and I have wet laundry to hang outside, so I must go.
Oh, just to make mention, Barbara is still fat, she smells bad, and her momma dresses her funny.
I just talked with Judy, my favorite niece, and she told me that her graduation ceremony is on December 16, at 2:00. She's getting her MSN, and I'm so proud of her I could just pop.
She's planning to go for her PHD next, and I will fully support her dream of doing better and helping others.
My chemo has been pretty bad this time. I'm losing touch sensation in my finger tips, which is a bad sign of side effects. My doctor, Dr. Corchoran, tests me each time I see her (every two weeks) to see about the sensation, and I was doing alright until this last chemo treatment. My hair is still coming out, not too much at a time, but I've collected a couple of shopping bags now, and the end is not in sight. The double-whammy of the cancer and the chemo are about to finish me off.
Steve is still wet-nursing me all the time, and it's really helping me a lot.
I've started to re-gain some weight, and Dr. Cochoran is extatic. She told me that she wished half of her patients had the attitude and determination that I do. She says that my spirit does as much good as her medicines. But my spirit doesn't cause me to lose my hair.
I took Sheila, one of my nurses, some water-filled shoe liners this week. She and I wear the same size shoes, and I had shown her some that I was using. She took her shoes off and put them in right away. She was so pleased that I had brought her something. All my nurses at Thompson's are such delightful ladies. There's such a good spirit there.
Janie and I went to Habitat for Humanity in Dandridge yesterday and got some really good deals. Steve and I needed a new mattress, as my side of the air bed had sprung a leak. We got a really good buy on a kind sized mattress. My friend, Ann, who is the manager there, gives me really good discounts. I had told Janie on the way over that if they had a piano or organ in the shop, I could get a better price. I always set up and demonstrate their music instruments, and sinse I only play gospel, Ann stands beside the instrument and sings the songs I play. We have good times, and she is glad that someone is there to make the most of their instruments.
Janie and I had gone to the Habitat on Merchant's Road in Knoxville on Friday, and I got some really terriffic buys there, too. The former assistant manager is back. He's the most delightful black man, and is a pastor of a United Methodist Church in Clinton, Tn. He just gives me any small article that I want, and drastically cuts the prices of other things I might want.
I got some 2' wide insulation, some wall studs, a beautiful etched-glass storm door, a nice wooden blind for Janie, some marble window sills, some styro-foam insulation panels, and lots of small items. He only charged me a small amount for all my things, and Janie and I were really proud of our shopping experience. It's worth the trip to go there when Kevin is on duty.
Janie is the only person we employe now, and she and I have about decided to just work together throughout the winter, doing only small jobs, both because of my health and our inability to do much heavy lifting.
We got the cows at Clairemont into the corral and had Ed Boling to haul them to the auction for us this week. I am not able to care for them as I should, and Steve is gone so much, and has other work on him with my care, so I decided to sell them.
The beef prices are down, but we still made a nice amount from them.
Steve is pretty pretty proud, and he really likes the new mattress I bought, so he was grinning like a possum last night. His attitude has been patient and more gentle, and I pray that it continues.
I haven't heard much from Lynn lately. I hope all is well there. She was having a flare last I heard.
I'm still sewing a lot. I'm re-doing a lot of tops and things, some for myself and some to sell in my shop. I use fabric paint, beads, sequins, lace, fringe, and a host of other materials to make the shirts and tops unique, and a teacher at Jopppa Elementary asked me last when I would open my shop and offer some of my creations to the public. I think I might do alright, and Lynn told me that I should do really well with my creations.
My Brother sewing machine was giving me a little trouble with the zig-zag attachment, but my New Home has a killer zig-zag, so I think I'll just set it up for zig-zag, and let it do the work it's best suited for. I have a pretty nice little sewing corner up in the day room, but I need a little better light. I probably could use a better prescription for my eye glasses, too, but I'll bet I get the lights before I go to the eye doctor.
Steve is going to put a set of gas logs into the fireplace up there, so I will have it even nicer. I spend quite a bit of time up there now.
Well, the sun is shinning, and I have wet laundry to hang outside, so I must go.
Oh, just to make mention, Barbara is still fat, she smells bad, and her momma dresses her funny.
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