Exciting week, as Wednesday, when I got my chemotherapy pump off, it was my last treatment.
I felt like a bird out of a cage! I was so excited that when Penny, one of my nurses, took my BP, it was 180/140. They told me I had to go to the ER, and I refused. They then took my BP again, and it had come down just a few points. I still refused to go to the ER, and asked if I could just recline on one of the recliners we use for chemotherapy for a few minutes and see if I could concentrate and get it down further. It got down enough that they didn't send me to the ER. I just have too much to do.
Janie was in a state of panic, and was stroking my face to try to calm me.
Barbara had one of these spells once in her doctor's office, and she asked the doctor if she could lay in the dark for a while and sing hymns, and she got her blood pressure down in a few minutes. I'll bet the other patients in that doctor's office had pretty high blood pressure, though.
Steve decided that he was vexed over the kitchen floor at Creekside, so he tore it up to replace a sill beam. That's twice in two years that floor has been pulled u[p, and I'm getting pretty tired of insulating it while crawling on my belly on the ground under it. There was, until Saturday, just about 8" of clearance, and it made for rough work, nailing sheets of wide insulation onto the bottoms of the floor joists with a hammer swinging just a few inches from my face.
It seems like we have to do everything twice, at least.
All the kitchen cabinets from that side of the kitchen are now piled up in the dining room.
Such a pleasant place.
It's been raining off and on all week, so the floors of Creekside now look like a ride at Dollywood after a busy weekend.
I tried to work upstairs all day yesterday, and got a closet in Steve's library papered with some cute wall paper that looks just like boards. I put some gynaglypta (looks like stucco) on the ceiling, and it turned out real nice. He likes it.
His office is nearing completion.
I'm about to be ready to paper the front bedroom upstairs, and I'm going to do it in the same wallpaper we have on our bedroom at Clairemont. It's Victorian roses in a sage green on a light gray background. I've found it very restful.
I had planned to use a magnolia paper in that room, but I think I like the green better.
This young couple (not married) are going to rent the trailer, and they're working on it now. Colton is a pretty good carpenter, and he's been helping out at Creekside quite a lot. They don't have a car or furniture, so I'm being patient about the rent until they can get settled. His mother is a nurse, and worked with Judy for several years. She will make good on anything he misses. His step-father just wants them out of their house, and is willing to help with ANYTHING.
I feel like I'm coming down with a cold, and I sure hope not. The chemotherapy destroyed my immunity to everything, and I'm terrified of what a cold or the flu could do to me right now. I'm eating vitamins and preventives.
There's more, but it will have to come later. I'm being summoned, and Barbara's still fat.
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