Yesterday was pretty bad for me.
I had another of those 'sleeping migraines', when I couldn't do anything but sleep.
I was supposed to go for chemotherapy, but every time I sat up or stood up, I threw up.
I had wanted to get chemo through with before Christmas, but it's not going to happen now.
Maybe New Years.
Times are getting pretty bad all over for almost everyone I know. People are coming to me for jobs and financial help all the time. I wish I had a formula that would solve all the problems people have, but I don't.
This country, as we once knew it, is over.
I got up early this morning.
I'm working on some projects that I'd like to get finished soon. I always have projects going of some type, but the sickness and the exaustion of the chemo limits me so much. I can't even concentrate on what I'm doing most of the time.
I was talking to Glenda Lakins Monday about the cancer woes. Her husband, 'Puddles', died of colo-rectal cancer five years ago. She teared up while talking to me. He had so many of the same problems with his chemo that I'm having. He was on the Grainger County Commission, and I think might have been a member of several other county bodies. He was a small man, but big in his ways.
She now works at the Down Home, but had worked at Breedings Restaurant in Blaine for many years. Breedings is now gone, and there is a Weigel's going to be built there. They are bringing beer to the City of Blaine.
I saw in the KInoxville Obits that Lucy Ferguson Smith had died. She was one of my instructors at Joseph's School of Cosmetology on Gay Street in Knoxville many years ago. All the students loved her. She had won many awards and accolades in her long hair design history. After I left Joseph's, I often saw her and her husband at Heath's Cafe on Schofield Avenue, and we would sit together and talk some about all our shared interests and history.
Dorothy Myers Reynolds, who did my hair for many years, also went to Joseph's. He trained many very good cosmetologists. He had been the president of The American Hairdresser's and Cosmetologist's Association for many years. He developed the 'cold wave' concept in home permanents. Before that time, permanents were given in salons, and the patron had to sit under a large bonnet contraption that had long leads to heated curlers to make the hair wavy. As could be predicted, lots of accidental disasters occured, and Joseph's concept of the cold wave was welcomed.
I still have my hairdresser's kit from those long-ago days. I don't get rid of much. Consequently, I have too much junk.
Joy Cox commented once to me that I still had everything I had ever owned. She was being nice.
Neuropathy is being a real problem for me. My hands feel like I've put a coat of paint on them. They feel like they've gone to sleep on the skin, but the muscles feel like I've put them into a fire ant's nest.
I can't control them very well anymore, and when I play the piano or type, I feel so clumsy.
I was playing the other day, and I came across Rock of Ages. Marge, Steve's mother, had asked me to play that for her once, sometime long ago. She cried when I played it. That's an old memory now.
There was a high wind night before last, and it blew over all my blow mold nativity up at Creekside. I told Steve that the yard was full of wize men who had got falling-down drunk. That wouldn't be wize, though. Even my little make-shift barn blew over. We were there working late, and we heard all the thumping as they were tossed about all over the yard.
Sister Valentine called me one morning, and we talked for over an hour and a half. We needed to catch up on everything and everyone. She loves her new sunroom she had built on the back of her house. Steve told me to get the phone number of her contractor and get him to build me a new back porch at Creekside. The one there is very small compared to the one at Clairemont, and I'd love to have more storage space. We may be able to salvage some of the old lumber from the one that's there, but I have lots of lumber to use if we can't.
It's cold this morning. We had a heavy frost when I got up. It almost looked like snow.
There was a fire on Joppa Mountain last week, and it burned for several days. I haven't heard how much forest was lost, but I'd say there was a pretty good amount. It's hard to get to some of those areas, as it's really steep, with gullies and wet-weather springs. The roads up there are all winding and crooked, so I don't know how the traffic got by with the smoke and fire trucks in the road.
Steve is cooking bacon for breakfast, and it smells so good.
He's a real help to me.
Barbara is still fat.
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