Cherokee says I need to update my blog, and I've been lazy about it lately, so I'll take this opertunity to post.
Steve is home, and has some really ugly tendonitus in his left knee. It has his whole leg swollen, and he's on some crutches I had out in my garage for just this purpose. He is quite clumsy with them, and knocks over things all over the house. We took him to Doctor Duck the morning after he got home, and Doc gave him some injections in his knee which were very painful (I had to hold him down), but ineffective. Doctor Duck thinks it's gout, but I had told Steve it was tendonitus even before he got home on Thursday evening. He brings on these bouts with tendonitus by sitting for too long at his computer and tucking his feet under his desk chair. He's tucked in with a renewable ice pack on the sofa as I write.
Things have gone very slowly at Creekside. The chemo keeps me weakened and tired all the time, and I can't be there to keep everyone busy and inspired. They seem to be riding the clock. I finally told Tom to take this last week off, because he's getting on Janie's nerves and making more messes.
After Janie had cleaned the upstairs getting ready for wall paper, he took Steve's cut-off saw up to the day room and set it up to cut wood trim. It created a horrible mess, and Janie was livid. You could see the dust in layer even on the walls. Then he used a wood-cutting blade to cut and fit the marble window sill for one of the rooms. That made Steve mad. I have a water-table tile saw, but he said he didn't want to use 'that thing'. The water guard was lost long ago, and it's messy, but that is what it was designed to do, and that is the proper tool for cutting stone, tile, and marble.
Everyone is angry, and I'm the one in the middle who is taking all the fire.
Stucco gave me a fair price on repairing the overhangs on the house, and I was able to 'Jew' hin down to an even better price. It's local work for him, and I'm willing to deal with his trauma-dramas. It's good for both of us.
He's doing a pretty good job from what I can tell at this point, and we're such good friends. Cherokee comes and brings Steven, their grandson. Cherokee can't get Steven to obey her, but he does just what I say. When I tell him he can't do something, he'll stand and stomp his feet and scream at me, but he doesn't do it, either. Cherokee just turns her head so Steven can't see her and grins. He knows that I'll get up and go get him and smack his little legs if he doesn't mind me.
He's a beautiful little boy, and has an incredible amount of energy. I don't know how Cherokee manages him. He clings to her, and cries if she wants to go to the bathroom or leaves him, even to walk down to her car to get cigarettes. It will be a melt-down when Shawn gets out of jail and he and Tina (Janie's daughter) take Steven to live with them.
They are so much in love, and Tina goes to the jail to see Shawn every time she can. Shawn has got saved while in jail, and it sounds like a genuine conversion in some ways, but he and Tina are planning to live together without benifit of clergy after his release. Tina says they are going to attend church together, and I asked Janie how that might fly with a minister. She says that the church shouldn't judge, but I told her that judgement had already been made about that matter. God said that we shouldn't do it, and that's final. To observe that someone is not doing God's will while professing His name is not being judgemental.
Janie and I are in the process of papering Steve's office, which was Maude Lowe's bedroom years ago. I say we are in the process, because when we papered one wall, the dust from the saw on the landing outside the room had so coated the wall that the wall paper came loose and buckled terribly during the night. The work will have to be repeated, but we have a lot of that paper, so all is not lost.
Mary and Lawrence came to visit me week before last. I'd say that she had to make him come, as he just doesn't visit. It was good to see him...and HER.
Mary is a good head of our family, and takes her responsibilities seriously. She makes peace and keeps us in line as much as she can. God always knows what He's doing.
I have some stepping stones that I've promised her, and I need to get them on the truck and get them out to her and placed before winter, when there will be so much mud. She, as a heart patient, can't lift so much, and I, with my tempermental port in my right subclavien vein, am not supposed to lift.
I don't know how we'll get this accomplished, but there is almost always a way to get things done if you're willing to work at them.
The court date for Randy Reagan, was somewhat disapointing. He got time, but it is to be served while he's serving the time for the crimes he had committed before he broke into our home. I got a judgement for $35,000.00 against him, but I don't know how the court expects me to get anything while he's serving seven years for his crime.
The white truck is giving some trouble (nothing major) and Steve wants to take it to Jefferson City to get it fixed at some dealer there. It's going to cost $300.00 there, and I told him that Gordon Treese could do the same work for much less. He still wants to go to the dealer, so I guess we will.
The City Council of Rutledge has decided that Dwight Bull has to have his parking lot paved that services his new restaurant, and is fining him $50.00 a day until it's done. He said that it will cost him $18,000.00 to get it paved. There are many businesses in Rutledge that do not have paved parking, and I'm intrigued that they have singled him out for prosecution. I don't like the man, but fair is fair.
As luck would have it, just as I'm writing this up-date, I've been interupted by Stucco, needing some materials. I think I have them stored in our storage locker, so that means that I have to get dressed, fix my hair, and go to the other side of Rutledge to the locker and try to find what he needs.
I'll try to get back to this and write more later.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Saturday AM
I'm up ahead of Steve, so I have a little time to post.
Sister Valentine came up this week to deliver some pants she's hemmed for Janie. Jamie, as everyone else, has taken quite a shine to Sister Valentine. I think everyone loves her.
She had also hemmed a dress for me. It's a Leslie Faye, which is one of my favorite brands of dress clothing.
Chemo was not so bad this week, as Dr. Corcoran lessened sonme of the dosage of one of the medications that was causing the burning in my mouth and hands. They both still burn, but not as badly, so I am more at ease when eating or touching anything cold.
Work at Creekside is going slowly. Tom is doing a great job on the window trim, but he's having a hard time fitting the wood around the windows because of the brick sills, which stick out into the rooms. He's going to have to grind them down a bit, and doesn't want to do that until the floors are finished, as the dust will get into the seams.
I think Steve and I will be finishing the floors this week-end, and carry over into Monday and Tuesday.
Janie is going to be off until Thursday, as there's little she can be doing. She said that she would come by to check to see if the grass needed mowing. We like to keep the yard looking nice there.
I got a good deal on a small Singer sewing machine at Goodwill this week. I haven't had time to try it out yet, but it looks nice, and has all the 'bells and whistles' that I have on my Brother that I bought several years ago.
I've still been busy altering my clothes to fit me better. I've always enjoyed sewing, but I rarely have the chance, and this terrible illness has given me the impetus to do some. I used to make my clothes, but I wouldn't want to wear anything that I made now. I can do alterations, though, and I stay busy with it when we're home and I'm not busy with other things.
I think Steve misses me when I'm upstairs sewing, as he comes up often to check on me.
I got some silk flowers at the Family Dollar, as they were 40% off. They will be useful for decorating my hats. The Cancer Resourse Center loves them, and are always glad to get more of them.
Dennis and Nancy Acuff saw us at the Down Home last evening, and they thanked me profusely for the hand-painted flag I had left on their door for Nancy. She had always wanted a picket fence in front of their house, so I painted a flag that had farm scenery, fronted by a picket fence. I had taken it to them a couple of weeks ago, but had not found them home, so I left it on their door. She said she just loved it. She's a sweet lady, and I'm glad to give her something nice.
Stucco got the stone put around the front door at Creekside, and it looks really nice. He also repaired the stucco on the columns, and installed the porch railing. He did a good job, and it shows well from the street. Steve and I painted the stucco repairs last night.
Georgia Knoght's obituary was in the Knoxville paper this week. She had managed the store for the Knoxville Rescue Mission many years ago that was near my house on 4th Avenue. She lived across the street from me, and was a good neighbor. Her son, David, held her funeral, as he is a minister. He was just a young boy the last time I saw him. All the old houses on that block are now gone, including the one that I had owned. There are many memories from that block and that time.
Steve tried some new chemicals in the fish pond in the yard at Clairemont, and the water is clear and nice. You can actually see the fish now. It looks so good, I hope he will keep up his efforts.
Janie got the Cadillac cleaned up while I was in Chemo on Tuesday, and it looks like a new car. I'm not one for keeping a car clean, and Steve is not, either, so it was nice of Janie to do that for us. That car has sure been a good one. Cherokee now has one exactly like it, and she loves hers, too.
It's time to get off this computer and get to work. I'm going to do some sewing until Steve gets up.
Sister Valentine came up this week to deliver some pants she's hemmed for Janie. Jamie, as everyone else, has taken quite a shine to Sister Valentine. I think everyone loves her.
She had also hemmed a dress for me. It's a Leslie Faye, which is one of my favorite brands of dress clothing.
Chemo was not so bad this week, as Dr. Corcoran lessened sonme of the dosage of one of the medications that was causing the burning in my mouth and hands. They both still burn, but not as badly, so I am more at ease when eating or touching anything cold.
Work at Creekside is going slowly. Tom is doing a great job on the window trim, but he's having a hard time fitting the wood around the windows because of the brick sills, which stick out into the rooms. He's going to have to grind them down a bit, and doesn't want to do that until the floors are finished, as the dust will get into the seams.
I think Steve and I will be finishing the floors this week-end, and carry over into Monday and Tuesday.
Janie is going to be off until Thursday, as there's little she can be doing. She said that she would come by to check to see if the grass needed mowing. We like to keep the yard looking nice there.
I got a good deal on a small Singer sewing machine at Goodwill this week. I haven't had time to try it out yet, but it looks nice, and has all the 'bells and whistles' that I have on my Brother that I bought several years ago.
I've still been busy altering my clothes to fit me better. I've always enjoyed sewing, but I rarely have the chance, and this terrible illness has given me the impetus to do some. I used to make my clothes, but I wouldn't want to wear anything that I made now. I can do alterations, though, and I stay busy with it when we're home and I'm not busy with other things.
I think Steve misses me when I'm upstairs sewing, as he comes up often to check on me.
I got some silk flowers at the Family Dollar, as they were 40% off. They will be useful for decorating my hats. The Cancer Resourse Center loves them, and are always glad to get more of them.
Dennis and Nancy Acuff saw us at the Down Home last evening, and they thanked me profusely for the hand-painted flag I had left on their door for Nancy. She had always wanted a picket fence in front of their house, so I painted a flag that had farm scenery, fronted by a picket fence. I had taken it to them a couple of weeks ago, but had not found them home, so I left it on their door. She said she just loved it. She's a sweet lady, and I'm glad to give her something nice.
Stucco got the stone put around the front door at Creekside, and it looks really nice. He also repaired the stucco on the columns, and installed the porch railing. He did a good job, and it shows well from the street. Steve and I painted the stucco repairs last night.
Georgia Knoght's obituary was in the Knoxville paper this week. She had managed the store for the Knoxville Rescue Mission many years ago that was near my house on 4th Avenue. She lived across the street from me, and was a good neighbor. Her son, David, held her funeral, as he is a minister. He was just a young boy the last time I saw him. All the old houses on that block are now gone, including the one that I had owned. There are many memories from that block and that time.
Steve tried some new chemicals in the fish pond in the yard at Clairemont, and the water is clear and nice. You can actually see the fish now. It looks so good, I hope he will keep up his efforts.
Janie got the Cadillac cleaned up while I was in Chemo on Tuesday, and it looks like a new car. I'm not one for keeping a car clean, and Steve is not, either, so it was nice of Janie to do that for us. That car has sure been a good one. Cherokee now has one exactly like it, and she loves hers, too.
It's time to get off this computer and get to work. I'm going to do some sewing until Steve gets up.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
I've been bedfast for the last two days. This chemotherapy is the closest to hell I ever want to get.
I hurt all over, and my mouth and throat is so sore that I can't eat. I think all this sleepiness is some sort of migraine, but I'm not sure.
My chemo doctor is worried about my counts. My cholesterol is over 600, my triglycerides are 2000, my blood sugar is over 300, and I feel like it.
Steve said he can't figure how these counts are so high by my diet, and I told him it's probably my major organs failing.
I smell and taste chemo all the time, and it's the most nauseating taste, like burning plastic.
On the good side of things, Joy Cox came last week and played for me. It was pure heaven. She's really accomplished, and she knows all the older hymns that I love so much. I pulled a 'fast one' on her by giving her the hymnal used by the '2X2's', but she played them like they were familiar to her. She commented that they probably sang them slower than she was playing them, and I told her she was correct. She sure livened them up a bit.
I want her to come again and tape her music on my recording devices. I have a recorder that tapes 18 tracks, so we can blend her verses together for quite a nice sound. She's a cheerful person, with a LOT of spiritual nature to her. I've known her sinse childhood, and I regret that we have not always been closer friends. She's quite close to Judy, my favorite niece, and has helped her along in life a lot.
Cecil and Mary, my sisters, came today for a visit, but I had to lay on the sofa so that I wouldn't throw up. If I remain upright, I'll throw up whatever is on my stomach.
I was glad they came, though. Cecil gave me a tiny Murano glass angel that she had bought at a yard sale on the way here. She told me it could be another angel looking after me.
I gave Cecil one of my newspaper articles about me being the Hat Lady. I framed one to put over my desk.
They are down to just three of my hats left at the chemo clinic, so I need to make up some more to take them. I've taken the rear seat of my Cadillas full to each clinic already, but they are popular, and go fast.
I bought a huge box of silk flowers from the Goodwill, and I've been sorting them out and making a terrible mess with them on the dining room floor. I told my sisters that they'd just have to look at them. They said they didn't mind a bit, knowing what I did with them.
I haven't got much done this week. Steve suggested that we not even try to work on the chemo weeks, because things sometimes get going in the wrong direction if I'm not there all the time.
I was hoping that Lynn and I could put the finish on the floors this week, but she didn't come, so I rested and tried to get over being so sick. I'm getting tired of the bed, but it feels good to get back in it after being up for a short while.
My feet got cold earlier today, and they hurt terribly now. My legs hurt, too, but, then, I hurt all over.
Cancer and chemo is no fun.
I'm so thirsty, but water hurts the inside of my mouth and all the way down my throat.
I'm also tiring again, so I'm going to lay back down.
I hurt all over, and my mouth and throat is so sore that I can't eat. I think all this sleepiness is some sort of migraine, but I'm not sure.
My chemo doctor is worried about my counts. My cholesterol is over 600, my triglycerides are 2000, my blood sugar is over 300, and I feel like it.
Steve said he can't figure how these counts are so high by my diet, and I told him it's probably my major organs failing.
I smell and taste chemo all the time, and it's the most nauseating taste, like burning plastic.
On the good side of things, Joy Cox came last week and played for me. It was pure heaven. She's really accomplished, and she knows all the older hymns that I love so much. I pulled a 'fast one' on her by giving her the hymnal used by the '2X2's', but she played them like they were familiar to her. She commented that they probably sang them slower than she was playing them, and I told her she was correct. She sure livened them up a bit.
I want her to come again and tape her music on my recording devices. I have a recorder that tapes 18 tracks, so we can blend her verses together for quite a nice sound. She's a cheerful person, with a LOT of spiritual nature to her. I've known her sinse childhood, and I regret that we have not always been closer friends. She's quite close to Judy, my favorite niece, and has helped her along in life a lot.
Cecil and Mary, my sisters, came today for a visit, but I had to lay on the sofa so that I wouldn't throw up. If I remain upright, I'll throw up whatever is on my stomach.
I was glad they came, though. Cecil gave me a tiny Murano glass angel that she had bought at a yard sale on the way here. She told me it could be another angel looking after me.
I gave Cecil one of my newspaper articles about me being the Hat Lady. I framed one to put over my desk.
They are down to just three of my hats left at the chemo clinic, so I need to make up some more to take them. I've taken the rear seat of my Cadillas full to each clinic already, but they are popular, and go fast.
I bought a huge box of silk flowers from the Goodwill, and I've been sorting them out and making a terrible mess with them on the dining room floor. I told my sisters that they'd just have to look at them. They said they didn't mind a bit, knowing what I did with them.
I haven't got much done this week. Steve suggested that we not even try to work on the chemo weeks, because things sometimes get going in the wrong direction if I'm not there all the time.
I was hoping that Lynn and I could put the finish on the floors this week, but she didn't come, so I rested and tried to get over being so sick. I'm getting tired of the bed, but it feels good to get back in it after being up for a short while.
My feet got cold earlier today, and they hurt terribly now. My legs hurt, too, but, then, I hurt all over.
Cancer and chemo is no fun.
I'm so thirsty, but water hurts the inside of my mouth and all the way down my throat.
I'm also tiring again, so I'm going to lay back down.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Tuesday AM VERY EARLY
Today went really well, with a fabulous visit from Joy Cox. She played the piano for me, and it was like heaven. Even Steve, who hates Christian music, loved the glorious sounds.
She promised to continue praying for me. This evening, while Steve and I were working at Creekside, Sandra came over, hugged me, and promised continued prayers.
Lynn didn't get here, which was a major disappointment. I wanted to be with her so badly.
She had a Fibro Flare, and couldn't drive, but she had Jim pack the car, so she will be ready first thing in the am.
Steve is taking an extra day to be with me during the lovely chemo, because I can't get anyone else to drive me home. I so hate being a sick, disgusting burden to everyone. I've only had three treatments, and it's already got old to everyone.
I was in such a slump this evening that I've been crying all evening. Steve wants to know why I'm crying, and I finally told him that I just can't be 'up' all the time for everyone. I usually slip away privately to let go of my pent up emotions, but today I didn't have that chance, and it got to me before bedtime. I took two of Steve's tranquilizers, two of mine, and spent about 45 minutes 'grooming' Steve, which made me a lot more calm. I'm still not ready to go to bed, and we have to be in Morristown at 8:30 AM. It's going to be another fun-filled day of hurry up and wait.
I just WANT to wake up in the morning with a sleeping migraine. That would be about all I would need. Then it would be 'Off and Runnin'.
I feel like purple tomorrow, so I have a lovely pleated dress laid out in purple jacquard, a purple hat with black veil, and purple snake skin heels.
It's too bad I don't still have all that lovely Amythest jewelry to accent my outfit.
I just don't see why they couldn't have left me alone for the short time I have left.I sure wasn't going to take any of that expensive jewelry with me, they don't have it, and the junkies they fenced it to likely don't have a single piece of it left. Nobody really got ahead. It was great wealth frittered away. Some Justice System...RIGHT!
Tomorrow is the chemo from hell, and the pump that's rapidly trying to drag me there. Wake me up when it's over.
Well, at least Steve will still be here to get me through it. He's such a sourse of strength to me.
I wish he'd get one of these lawn mowers going. Our lawns look terrible, both at Clairemont and Creekside, and no one else seems to want to get them cut. I guess I'll just have to.
I guess I need to go lay down for a while, at least, whether I sleep or not.
Barbara, I guess you could say a prayer for me. I feel pretty low. I'll play you a piece on the piano.
She promised to continue praying for me. This evening, while Steve and I were working at Creekside, Sandra came over, hugged me, and promised continued prayers.
Lynn didn't get here, which was a major disappointment. I wanted to be with her so badly.
She had a Fibro Flare, and couldn't drive, but she had Jim pack the car, so she will be ready first thing in the am.
Steve is taking an extra day to be with me during the lovely chemo, because I can't get anyone else to drive me home. I so hate being a sick, disgusting burden to everyone. I've only had three treatments, and it's already got old to everyone.
I was in such a slump this evening that I've been crying all evening. Steve wants to know why I'm crying, and I finally told him that I just can't be 'up' all the time for everyone. I usually slip away privately to let go of my pent up emotions, but today I didn't have that chance, and it got to me before bedtime. I took two of Steve's tranquilizers, two of mine, and spent about 45 minutes 'grooming' Steve, which made me a lot more calm. I'm still not ready to go to bed, and we have to be in Morristown at 8:30 AM. It's going to be another fun-filled day of hurry up and wait.
I just WANT to wake up in the morning with a sleeping migraine. That would be about all I would need. Then it would be 'Off and Runnin'.
I feel like purple tomorrow, so I have a lovely pleated dress laid out in purple jacquard, a purple hat with black veil, and purple snake skin heels.
It's too bad I don't still have all that lovely Amythest jewelry to accent my outfit.
I just don't see why they couldn't have left me alone for the short time I have left.I sure wasn't going to take any of that expensive jewelry with me, they don't have it, and the junkies they fenced it to likely don't have a single piece of it left. Nobody really got ahead. It was great wealth frittered away. Some Justice System...RIGHT!
Tomorrow is the chemo from hell, and the pump that's rapidly trying to drag me there. Wake me up when it's over.
Well, at least Steve will still be here to get me through it. He's such a sourse of strength to me.
I wish he'd get one of these lawn mowers going. Our lawns look terrible, both at Clairemont and Creekside, and no one else seems to want to get them cut. I guess I'll just have to.
I guess I need to go lay down for a while, at least, whether I sleep or not.
Barbara, I guess you could say a prayer for me. I feel pretty low. I'll play you a piece on the piano.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Monday, August 13, 2012 AM
It's a Red Letter Day for me!
Joy Belle Cox is coming to Clairemont to record her music for me!
I've known Joy almost all of my life, and she has a remarkable talent for piano, and I've DREAMED of having some of her music to listen to at any time for many years, and Joy, I, and my favorite niece, Judy, have finally got it all arranged. They're coming today, and I'm in BLISS!
Judy will, of course, have to work the recording studio equipment, as Joy and I are equally akward with electronic equipment, and this system is somewhat complicated. I've had it for about 5 years, but Steve would never operate it so that my music could be recorded and heard by others. Now, I'm coming to the end of my life, I'm weak and tired, and there will be no more of my music after I'm gone.
But, until then, I will have some of Joy's music.
I've painted her one of my famous yard flags with her name on it, and musical notes, to display in her yard or on a porch. I so appreciate her making this concession for me, and I want her to feel the love I have for her doing so.
She's a hat lady, and I've offered to make her a hat (or maybe more than one) for her efforts, though she said that no compensation would be necessary. That's just the kind of person she is. After my raving about her talents to Barbara, she asked me to make her a copy of the CD, as she also loves good, old-time gospel music. She knows how I've longed for Joy's music for so long.
It's also a Red Letter Day because Judy is coming with Joy. She might have to slip off upstairs to a guest room and try to sleep, as her schedule is so hectic. She came by yesterday to catch a short nap before trying the trip home to Clinton. She was so tired, she was afraid she might go to sleep behind the wheel. She's always welcome. I put her in the Vanderbuilt Suite, and she was so glad it can be darkened by having green window shades. She didn't want me to turn down the bed for her, but shen I did, and she felt the silk sheets, she was glad. They are a little bit of heaven, and she wound up sleeping longer than she had planned. I'm glad to give her a little comfort.
We took her to breakfast at Shoney's in Dandridge, and she and I both ate like pigs.
I'll take the ladies to Down Home today for lunch, as my cooking just isn't that great anymore, and I want to give them choice. I'm sure Penny Satterfield will treat us all with the utmost respect and regard.
I've tried to clean a little more on the house, so that Joy will enjoy her visit more, but I'm so weak and tired, I get little done. Steve says he's going to Morristown to rent a floor sander (again) and re-do the floors at Creekside, so I can't count on him for anything.
Lynn is coming this evening, and the grass looks like a jungle. I sure can't push a small lawnmower, and I'd shake my insides out if I tried riding one. I'll just have to apologise to everyone.
It's a shame to let such a nice home look so ragged.
Sweety is in heat again, and Steve is mad at me for not getting her fixed yet. I have so much time to worry about the heat cycles of a house cat, I just KNOW. It looks like he's just ask some of his on-line buds how to do it, and get a razor blade and start chopping away. Or, here's an idea, get in the phone directory, call a vet, and take her himself!
Wow! I just don't know why he hasn't thought of that.
I hardly drive at all anymore, so that's one trip he could save me.
Well, I'll write more later, as I want to get back to work on the house.
Joy Belle Cox is coming to Clairemont to record her music for me!
I've known Joy almost all of my life, and she has a remarkable talent for piano, and I've DREAMED of having some of her music to listen to at any time for many years, and Joy, I, and my favorite niece, Judy, have finally got it all arranged. They're coming today, and I'm in BLISS!
Judy will, of course, have to work the recording studio equipment, as Joy and I are equally akward with electronic equipment, and this system is somewhat complicated. I've had it for about 5 years, but Steve would never operate it so that my music could be recorded and heard by others. Now, I'm coming to the end of my life, I'm weak and tired, and there will be no more of my music after I'm gone.
But, until then, I will have some of Joy's music.
I've painted her one of my famous yard flags with her name on it, and musical notes, to display in her yard or on a porch. I so appreciate her making this concession for me, and I want her to feel the love I have for her doing so.
She's a hat lady, and I've offered to make her a hat (or maybe more than one) for her efforts, though she said that no compensation would be necessary. That's just the kind of person she is. After my raving about her talents to Barbara, she asked me to make her a copy of the CD, as she also loves good, old-time gospel music. She knows how I've longed for Joy's music for so long.
It's also a Red Letter Day because Judy is coming with Joy. She might have to slip off upstairs to a guest room and try to sleep, as her schedule is so hectic. She came by yesterday to catch a short nap before trying the trip home to Clinton. She was so tired, she was afraid she might go to sleep behind the wheel. She's always welcome. I put her in the Vanderbuilt Suite, and she was so glad it can be darkened by having green window shades. She didn't want me to turn down the bed for her, but shen I did, and she felt the silk sheets, she was glad. They are a little bit of heaven, and she wound up sleeping longer than she had planned. I'm glad to give her a little comfort.
We took her to breakfast at Shoney's in Dandridge, and she and I both ate like pigs.
I'll take the ladies to Down Home today for lunch, as my cooking just isn't that great anymore, and I want to give them choice. I'm sure Penny Satterfield will treat us all with the utmost respect and regard.
I've tried to clean a little more on the house, so that Joy will enjoy her visit more, but I'm so weak and tired, I get little done. Steve says he's going to Morristown to rent a floor sander (again) and re-do the floors at Creekside, so I can't count on him for anything.
Lynn is coming this evening, and the grass looks like a jungle. I sure can't push a small lawnmower, and I'd shake my insides out if I tried riding one. I'll just have to apologise to everyone.
It's a shame to let such a nice home look so ragged.
Sweety is in heat again, and Steve is mad at me for not getting her fixed yet. I have so much time to worry about the heat cycles of a house cat, I just KNOW. It looks like he's just ask some of his on-line buds how to do it, and get a razor blade and start chopping away. Or, here's an idea, get in the phone directory, call a vet, and take her himself!
Wow! I just don't know why he hasn't thought of that.
I hardly drive at all anymore, so that's one trip he could save me.
Well, I'll write more later, as I want to get back to work on the house.
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Sunday AM
Steve got some sort of manual off the internet last night to set up my c-pap machine (which I've had for several years), and I slept like a baby. I don't think I even turned over all night.
It would have been nice to have it during the last year of all this suffering.
I slept most of the day yesterday. Steve took me to a restaurant in Jefferson City, and I fell asleep at the table several times. I don't know what initiated this narcolepsy, but it's troublesome. I hesitate to drive.
One reason might be my high blood sugar (it is) or it may be the utter exhaustion I have from the chemotherapy. I'm tired all the time.
Steve sanded on the floors while I napped on the cot in his office at Creekside. Even the noise of the sander going didn't disturb me.
I got an eviction notice from the legal center and put it on the door of the trailer where John has been living, but I think they might already be gone. They didn't return a key, and they had changed the locks, so I'm now going to have to get a locksmith to go up there and get me in.
Lynn is coming on Monday! I so look forward to her visit. She's fun, bubbly, sweetly accomodating, and shares many interests with me. Steve has to leave out on Monday, so we will have a girl's week of doing our crafts and going to re-sale shops. She's laways so much fun, and a great boost to me, especially now.
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sunday AM
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