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.