24 June 2023
Yesterday was a nice interlude from all the craziness in my life but it was back to reality today. I’m tired from the trip to Miami (sounds like a journey of several days) and I did experience the dreaded diarrhea a couple of times last night.
Saturdays are my typical days to house clean (it’s hard to do with the construction going on) and wash day. Maybe I should say “house clean at-it.” Wash day hasn’t changed much since I was a kid and helped Grandma Searcy boil clothes in soapy water on an outdoor fire on Saturdays (I have her old wash pot). It still takes me two loads of clothes and I’m not sure what I dislike more – the washing or folding. At least I’m not outside tending a fire with a wash pot. And at least I’m not washing clothes on Sunday – a big sin in the South.
Years ago, before I got the stand alone generator, I anticipated the power going out and not being able to use the washing machine. I invested in a large wash tub and scrub board and clothesline with clothes pins. I still have the tub and scrub board but thankfully have never had to use it. That scrub board would have led to bleeding knuckles. I have used one in the past and it is no fun. If I remember correctly, it was Boy Scout camp and they didn’t have a washer for the staff who stayed over on weekends. I’m not sure I have the strength in my hands any more to scrub and wring out clothes like you would have to with a scrub board. These days, scrub boards are more appropriately musical instruments.
I texted the contractor this morning and asked if he would be able to at least finish the inside of the house before July 13. That’s the day of my surgery and I know after that I will not be able to do much about putting the house back together. I can’t imagine hanging curtains after the operation. He texted me back he thinks he should be through by this Wednesday. It’s tiresome with stuff out of place and having to clean around it. Not that once it’s done I’ll be more inspired to clean. He confessed someone’s house he was working on was having a birthday party and needed the construction finished and that’s why he hadn’t been back to my place. I fully understand. My project is probably peanuts compared to some of the other projects he’s faced with.
Next week I have my six month checkup with my endocrinologist. I’m sure that will go well with my bloodwork all over the place. You know its bad when the nurse calls you before you meet with the doctor to tell you about your bloodwork. After that, it’s the meeting on July 3rd with my new hematologist/oncologist. Let’s hope I don’t have to fire this one too.
Stay tuned!
