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!

Posts will probably be erratic for a bit

     Unfortunately, I do tire very easily now.  Therefore, my posts will probably be a bit erratic over the next 6 to 8 weeks.  This is the time frame my cardiologist gives me of where I should begin to feel back to normal.

     DH is refusing to allow me to go over to the MIL’s house for several weeks.  He’s threatened to hide my car keys after the doctor gives me permission to drive again.

     Do know that I am thinking of all of you even if I am not posting.  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!

The MIL’s house is painted!!!!

 

     I am going over to see the house and pay the painter today.  Yes, I am taking my camera along too.  According to N it looks fantastic, especially the wall where the chimney is.  G is going with me to check it out.  Hey Chuck, you and the boss ought to come down and see it too.

     I went to Beachhead Comics to see Jonathan Maberry yesterday and we had a nice visit.  Much to my surprise, I also managed to find someone there that was interested in buying the tool chests. 

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.

They will call me when he’s finished painting…

 

     I CAN’T WAIT!

      I took pictures of the worst of the walls when we were over at the house Wednesday.  Once the painting is done, I’ll take pictures of the same areas, then I’ll post the before and after pictures.

     The biggest change will be the wall where the fireplace is because right now you don’t notice the fireplace.  On either side of it, they have wood and the wood blends the fireplace in so that the natural stone fades away and all you see is a very dark wall.  Our painter is going to paint that wood.

     In the kitchen above the cabinets is the same wood.  It makes the kitchen dark and dismal.  That too is getting a coat of paint.

     Here’s to Crumb Cookie white and the miracle of a fresh coat of paint.

YIPPEE!

 

     I am so excited!  The house is going to be painted this weekend.  G and I went over today and managed to do a little wall scrubbing.  The next-door neighbor N and her husband J were already there and had the living room and kitchen done plus she’d scrubbed the bathroom!  

     When we left today, we decided to go directly over to the local Lowes and pick up the paint.  Then we took it back to the house.  All the paint is there ready for the painter.

     One of her sons (K) had mopped the basement floor and the older son (J) took the organ apart and has it out at the curb for garbage.  These people are real gems, I don’t know what G and I would’ve done without their help.  We’d still be cleaning things out of there.

     Hey, Chuck we’re ready for you to do your magic!  The rugs will be out of there as soon as the paint dries.  The neighbor’s son J can’t wait to drag those rugs out.