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The comedy that is our home

 

     Doing laundry was an interesting experience yesterday.  I’m not supposed to lift anything so the plan was DH would carry the laundry basket to the cellar and back up while I loaded the washer and dryer.  Hmmm, we need to rethink that strategy.  A man who can’t walk well should not attempt to carry a laundry basket.

     Eventually some of the laundry was done.  DH has clean dark clothes.  None of mine made it yet but that’s my fault I should’ve sorted mine first.  Two more loads to go and we’ll both have clean clothes—although it may take a couple of days to do it.

     We’ve worked out how to cook and do dishes between us.  We haven’t any qualms about stopping what we’re doing to sit down and rest when we need to.

     I hate this.  I want my energy back. 

Any help is welcome

 

     I have a freezer full of meats, a lifetime of recipes stashed in my brain, and suddenly I have to change everything.  ACK!  Low cholesterol, low-fat, low or no sodium, buzz words swirl though my brain. 

     I haven’t gone shopping yet so all those healthy side dishes, vegetables, fruits, and other fresh items are in low supply.  Any recipes, ideas, or handy dandy tips on changing my regular recipes are welcome.

     What I haven’t found in the several heart healthy cookbooks that I now own are decent snacks that are easy to make and both tasty and satisfying.  I like crunch—not celery crunch, but crunchy crunch.  I absolutely abhor cold cereals of all flavors so don’t even go there.

Baby steps to recovery

 

     I drove my car today.  I can’t believe how much I missed driving with only a week of restriction.  DH drove us over to the hospital so I could get my blood test.  During that ride, I decided there was no way he was driving me home.  His driving has always set me on edge.  We’ve had many a permanent fingernail mark in a dash or a seat from me when he pulled some dumbass-driving stunt.

     When I go to my cardiologist appointment on the fourteenth, I will have several questions about what I can and cannot do.  I’d like to get back into my regular exercise program.  I’m glad I have my two exercise programs on my Kindle so I can show him what I use.  I’ll leave it to him to approve or disapprove them. 

     I hope to be able to start doing some light cleaning over the next few days.  My house is far too dirty for my taste right now and is driving me crazy.  Lifting is still restricted so I’m trying to see if I can wheedle DH into moving the microwave long enough for me to clean behind it.

14 days later…

 

     If it weren’t for the maroon fading to green remnants of bruises on my hands, in my elbow creases, and the sides of my wrists you probably wouldn’t know I was in the intensive care cardiac unit a mere fourteen days ago.  I still find it hard to believe.

     Life is an ever-evolving affair.  Each day is different from the previous one.  Some are only different by tiny increments.  Then there are the days that explode in your face and change everything, forever.  I’d rather have the dull, quiet days.

     I now take six pills a day.  I’m restricted as to how much I can do.  Lifting?  Not allowed until my doctor says I can.  The no driving restriction is over but I haven’t the energy to drive anywhere.  Energy, I miss having it.  I’m not sure if it’s the medications or my body’s recovery that makes me so sluggish.

     The minor allergic reaction I had to one of my medications is under control and as the wheals heal, I look forward to being able to wear proper clothes again.  Bras don’t work well with wheals.

     DH has tried so hard to help.  There are times he’s had to really struggle with his MS but he’s done it.  Although there have been several large glitches, we have managed.

     Change is upon us, dietary, routines, and life in general has altered.  Looks as though I’m on a new adventure here and I’ll keep you all updated.  Hugs!

My very strange Wednesday

 

     Wednesday started like all my other Wednesdays of late with a slight modification.  I got a call from a man interested in buying the tool chests I called G and she wasn’t ready to go over so I went over to the house alone.  I sold the tool chests then I did some work over there and went home around 4:30.

     I got home in time to feed the dogs at five.  Then I cooked our dinner.  After dinner, I went outside to work on the pond where we have a couple of plants trying to take over that I trimmed back.  While working I began to feel not well.  My chest burned my throat and jaw burned too.  I sat down for a minute.  The pain didn’t let up.

     I went inside, grabbed two aspirins, which I took immediately, and then I sat in my lounge chair and told DH to call for an ambulance.  Knowing me, and how I feel about hospitals, (hate them) he dialed 911 immediately.  This was a little after seven.

     The fire truck, its crew, and the ambulance with paramedics livened up our sleepy little neighborhood.  During the ride in the ambulance, I was given four more aspirins and two nitros.  Leads were applied to my body, IVs were started, and I was at the hospital in minutes.

     They say I didn’t have the myocardial infarction until I was in the cardiac cath lab a mere twenty minutes after I had DH make the call for an ambulance.  I now have one stent and they were surprised to find that my cholesterol levels weren’t all that bad.

     Saturday they sent me home.  I tire easily right now.  Therefore, if I don’t post every day for a few weeks don’t worry, DH is being strict with how much time I can be online.

Short break…

 

     I suffered a myocardial infarction on Wednesday evening.  I am now home but on restricted activity for a while. 

     Hugs to you all!

Updated punch list on MIL’s house

 

    Minor hardwood floor repair—back bedroom, clean and paint a few walls in the basement, tile and laminate flooring installation in the bathroom and kitchen.  Install a new toilet in the bathroom.  Cosmetics—power wash and seal the front porch.  Possibly buy a new screen door for the front.  Install new light in kitchen.  Paint touch ups.  Install attic ladder and clear out the attic.

     We have the roofer coming to do the garage roof. 

     The list is shorter.

What a difference!

Zapped

 

     One thunderstorm after another blasted through here last night pouring buckets of rain down upon us.

     My internet connection isn’t happy.  I keep getting tossed off line.

     You all have a good day.

The other shoe has dropped

 

     Whew, we got the estimate for the repairs on the garage roof today.  OUCH!  However, we know we can’t possibly sell the house without the repairs.  We’re going to go into debt for sure. 

     This house had better sell and it’d better sell for a decent price.  We have to recoup our expenses and it’d be nice to have enough left over to do the repairs to our own house that need doing.  For now it’s going to be a borrow from Peter to pay Paul sort of thing. 

     Wish us luck because we’re going to need it in this economy.

Let the painting begin!

 

     Today G and I will be cleaning walls and getting ready for the painter to work this weekend.  The neighbor was over cleaning the living room walls yesterday and told me I won’t believe the difference with just that done.

     When we leave, we’ll load the 1950’s dinette into the car and take it to Goodwill.  All that leaves in the house is my dresser, armoire, the cedar chest, and the damned organ.  I can’t even give that organ away!  No one wants it.  Now I’ll have to pay someone to come and take it away.

     I’ve talked to my next-door neighbor’s son about coming over to the house and using his scaffolding and ladder to get into the attic for us.  I hope we can quickly clear the attic of stuff.  I really have no idea what is up there.  I hope not much.

They don’t want to go to sleep

 

     It’s been one of those nights.  Neither dog will go to sleep.  If it isn’t one it’s the other. 

     “Need to go out.”

     ” Want attention.”

     “My ear is itchy.”

     “Bark, bark, bark…I heard something.”

     “Wanna go out again.”

     Dang dogs!  GO. TO. SLEEP.  It’s four in the morning!!!!