It is ten minutes past two o’clock. I’m itching like the
devil. Linny put my psoriasis medicine
on my before I went to bed. I slept for about an hour and now I am itching like
mad. I’ve taken two Benadryl tablets and
hope it stops. I have to be up around
eight this morning to go to the doctor.
I was at the cardiologist office today. It cost $59 which
was $30 for the visit and $29 to fill out forms. I realize they don’t work for
free, but right now I don’t work at all and money is tight. I am so thankful that friends are
helping. I have no idea when I can go
back to work. I have no clue as to what the cardiologist said on the forms he
returned. Where is the
communication? I don’t see him again
until the end of the month.
Frankly, I am too weak to return to eight hours a day. My appointment was a ten, so I woke up at 8
am and made a bowl of Rice Krispies for myself and had a glass of orange juice.
Then showered, shaved and put on clothes.
Linny was too tired to go with me. She has been working very hard and I
understand. It is just that when I get home she wants to know why I didn’t say
this or ask that and I wonder why she didn’t just go with me.
Walking is getting more difficult. I don’t know if I am just
weaker or scared. Tonight Linny went to
visit her mother and I had to drive over to pick her up. The driveway for her mom’s condo was still
all iced over. I started to walk after parking the car. I got about 10 feet and
thought, I have fallen down too many times, screw this! I parked the car on the street. But it was
still iced over in some places.
I feel old since I have to use the chair lift to go up and
down the basement stairs. My hands feel
funny. I am dehydrated and it shows in my shriveled up fingers. Touch feels
odd. Eating; everything tastes funny. I
cannot imagine it is due to the medicine I take, since I am now taking less
than I was before. We stopped at Skyline
Chili on the way home to eat supper. I’m not supposed to have gluten, but the
gluten-free spaghetti tasted so bad, that I ate regular Skyline; a three-way
and a Coney and neither tasted good or like it used to. I didn’t eat the bun. I
only ate about ¾ of my 3-way. The Pepsi
cola tasted odd, so I asked for a glass of water.
God is taking care of me and my family. This is something I
firmly believe. Father Chris thinks I’m
stoic. I’m not stoic, I am convinced. And I am tired and itchy and wondering
what will happen and when I’ll get back to work.
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