It is funny how you start a week one way and, by the end of that week, your world has turned upside down. You think I am talking about the Covid-19 spread and all the precautionary measures being taken to prevent its spread, right? Well, in part, yes. This week has been so surreal in that regard. EVERY DAY some new thing happened....I can't say that the sports cancellations or Broadway shutting down really has an impact upon my life but to not have Sunday church meetings indefinitely is huge for me. We are retired but our kids are not and will they be able to financially support themselves during all of this? Especially our daughters in the food service industry. To go to Aldi on a Thursday morning and find the store slammed with folks pushing around full grocery carts and having to wait in a long line to check out - on a THURSDAY morning!!! Yes, I have enough toilet paper. We will be fine with food - heck, our freezer is already too full of meat that will need to be gone by the time we move. Steve has enough insulin for a couple of weeks.
No, what I am talking about is that on Monday morning, Steve went to a routine doctor appointment and by that night, he was in the hospital! His potassium and creatinine levels from bloodwork taken the Friday before in preparation for his exam were dangerously high and they were still high when they took more blood at the doctor's office. After he got home and we had lunch, Steve came into the bedroom where we were preparing to take a nap before I had a cello lesson to teach to say "Dr. LeFever's office called and he wants me to go to the ER". I thought he was pulling my leg. And then I asked "right now???" I was sleepy and I didn't want to cancel my lesson. He said that it just needed to happen today. So, two hours later, we went not knowing what to expect. Steve felt fine. We didn't know the seriousness of his high blood levels. Well, he was in for four days! He started out on the floor but they moved him up to a step-down unit because of his frequent blood draws and EKGs and so he could be hooked up to a heart monitor. High potassium effects the heart. His high creatinine meant his kidneys were not functioning properly - they were not able to filter out the potassium in his system. So, after four days of trying to bring his levels down, of ultrasounds, of nephrology consults, it was determined that lisinopril that he takes for his blood pressure medicine and the metformin he takes for diabetes, and all the NSAIDs he takes every night for his restless leg and neuropathy (because the prescription meds for those conditions sometimes wear off too soon) PLUS the fact that he doesn't drink enough water all combined to affect his kidneys and send him to the hospital. He came home with new meds and a new low-potassium diet that, frankly, is as daunting as the gluten-free diet. We will schedule a dietician consult that will hopefully happen next week. As I said, Steve felt fine through all of this ordeal so being in the hospital was annoying. He was hooked up to so many things that he couldn't comfortably sleep. Just going to the bathroom was a multi-step process. And, the hospital didn't have the HGTV channel!!!!!!!
In the meantime, I would go up in the morning to be there when the doctors made rounds. I went up again in the evening. And, I painted the rest of the time. Well, not ALL the time but I got the entryway done and I did touch-up where I got gray paint on the molding downstairs. Yesterday, we started painting the last room downstairs. Starting with the ceilings. Where I learned last week that you should wear protective eyewear when painting. I can't wear my regular glasses when I paint because they have progressive lenses - meaning I have to tilt my head back in order to see the close-up area being painted. So, as I painted my first ceiling last Wednesday night, sans glasses, a big blob of paint dropped into my right eye! Oh my goodness! I dashed up to the kitchen sink to begin rinsing. I jumped into the shower to continue rinsing. And, I finally remembered the eyewash cup my mom had given me decades ago and used that to finish rinsing while I called the after-hours nurse and ultimately Poison Control to see what more I had to do. Happily, nothing. And, at my routine doctor appointment the next day, I had my eye checked and it was fine. Here is a photo of my eyewash cup. Every first aid kit should have one!
Anyway, back to home repairs report: Ricky picked up the windows we ordered for the living room and he will install them this coming Friday. We still have the three upstairs bedrooms, the hall, and the living room to paint. James is working on the downstairs bathroom floor after finishing the flooring in our half-bath off our bedroom. The toilet is now out of the hallway and back where it belongs - yay. The kitchen/dining room floor is down. He hauled all the construction trash out of the garage on Friday. But, his work has been slow this week - he comes late and leaves early. He was getting tires for his truck one day, he went home feeling poorly one day, his wife needs emotional support some days (they lost a son ten years ago to a terrible, preventable accident and they are still suffering). In a way, his pace is helpful because it allows us to stay one step ahead of what he has to do so he is not waiting on
us to finish painting something. But, I fear my April 1st deadline will not happen. And that is OK. We ARE moving forward in the remodel and ultimately the house WILL be listed.
With the coming of March, we have to start focusing again on getting the outside of the house in shape as well as the inside. Last Saturday, a friend from church brought over his chainsaw and helped us finish pruning the fruit trees. Our yard is now littered with branches.
We had planned to get together on Wednesday to put everything on a trailer he was going to borrow and haul it all at once to the mulch site. Well, Steve's hospital stay ended that plan - plus the weather got sloppy. So, we took a "rain check" (ha ha, get it??) with our friend and the trailer.
Our poor old bodies cannot paint 24/7 and they need recuperation time. So, we watched three tear-jerker movies in the last three evenings. First it was "Love, Kennedy" about a teenage girl fighting a terminal disease. Then, it was "The Fighting Preacher" about a husband and wife called to live on the Smith farm in Palmyra soon after the church bought the property in the early 20th century and how they had to endure the hate and prejudice that persisted even eighty years after the Smith family had moved away and how they eventually won the hearts of the town. Finally, we watched "Same Kind Of Different As Me" last night.
We celebrated our daughter-in-law's birthday a week ago with chicken picatta, asparagus, fresh pineapple, and a key lime cheesecake. Happy 40th, Tamara!
Also last weekend, I helped a woman in our church, who I am assigned to help, to go through all her storage totes. She is somewhat mentally disabled and under the care of the state. She WAS living on her own in an apartment but her failure to regulate her diet and blood sugars required her to move to assisted living at the end of December. It was a rather sudden move and we were out of town so I could not help with packing. As a result, it was packed horribly! Most of her belongings were stuffed into tubs and put out on the property of her "boyfriend", Walter. Weather prevented anyone getting out there later on to sort and re-pack until last Saturday. Elizabeth Crippen and I drove Luana out there and between the three of us and Walter, we organized it all. Much of it went to the trash or to be given away including her MANY little kaboodles that were stuffed with all kinds of travel-size items. Can you tell she's a bit of a hoarder in that category?
I will close with photos of how our house looks right now....
Dining room before and after
our living room
The four basement rooms.....
This is my sewing room. The clutter on the floor is waiting to go back into the closet which is vacant waiting for James to go into the attic to install an exterior vent for our bathroom fan
probably the most "normal" room in the house - our "office"
our bathroom still needing all the towel racks/ toilet paper holder installed
garage AFTER the trash was removed. I wish I had taken a photo before...