One day turns into the next as I sit and watch. Another visit to the clinic to hear the results of the marathon testing done in 2015. I still feel like crap, even without the blood pressure lowering I was subjecting myself to with a pill I once needed.
I did not have a heart attack, as proved by all the testing ..... but I do have coronary artery disease. My blood leans toward clotting and I have some calcium deposits in my arteries. Must have been all those Tums I gobbled up over the years!! I have an appointment with a cardiologist this month. Looks like I will be hitting my deductible again this year. Yay!
In the meantime, I still feel just plain bad! Fatigue and light headed. He Who loves me won't let me do much. He is painting the new siding. I had already painted the trim around the windows and such. Needs to be touched up now. He can't seem to keep the paint on the part he is painting. Drives me crazy. I ventured out to take a peek and decided it would be better if I just stayed inside until I feel well enough to tackle the touch-ups myself. I picture an endless cycle of touching up after the touch up. Black on gray, then gray on black. You see what I mean, don't you?
I feel pretty good in the early part of the day and tend to go ahead and do all the prep for dinner in case I am not feeling too good by then. He Who can cook when he puts his mind to it, but he makes such a mess. He will clean it up, but not to my liking ........ Same with laundry. He tries, but he is not much into sorting and the folding leaves a lot to be desired. On the other hand he does love to vacuum.
I think it has something to do with noise and motors. If it has a motor, it must be doing a better job! He will mop, but only spot mopping. And so, I choose not to look too closely. I did mange to change the sheets on my bed without mishap, but the folding of the clean sheets late in the afternoon left me breathless. I folded the top sheet, then waited an hour to fold the bottom sheet. I like to layer them before the last fold and tuck the pillow cases in with them. It is like a little package of bed changing necessities. I take great pride in my neat fold, as it takes up less space and space is a precious commodity in my house.
Lately, I don't care so much. I think it might be time for a little chair nap. I will kick back in my recliner with one little dog in my arm, laying on his back with his sweet little head on my shoulder. Cujo, of course. Wall-E will lay in my lap, while Toni Louise and Oscar snooze on their doggy bed right beside me.