A Wealth of Busy-ness

Yesterday was busy off and on all day. I was up in plenty of time, I thought, to beat the fellow doing my physical therapy. Not so. He called and I barely had time to eat breakfast and take a bath. When he and Cuz came in, I was in the master bedroom, naked as a jaybird. I don’t know if either one of them saw me in all my glory but they barely (pun intended) missed it if they didn’t. It’s a wonder I hadn’t chosen to get dressed in the middle of the living room.

That was just the beginning. When my exercises started, it wasn’t five of this and 15 of that. It was 10 of this and 20 of that. Next time, it will probably be up to 25. Some of my muscles were objecting when all was said and done.

When he’d left (it was a cool day and he had on a jacket so I didn’t question the tattoo), it wasn’t long before the Home Health nurse called to say she’d be by to give me my B12 shot. While she was here (BP was 116/58) the man came from the equipment company to look at the portable O2 gauge. The washer was shot and he replaced it so all should be well the next time I need it.

The shot done and the gauge fixed, both were on their way.

Cuz came over to start a project she’d been meaning to do for a long time. The ceiling is a mess where the roof leaked before the new one was put on. She thought it would be a simple repair but nothing is ever as easy as it seems. What should’ve been short ‘n’ sweet turned into hours long with her having to get her partner over here to consult and help. It still isn’t finished but it looks better even the way it is.

Cuz had a dental appointment so she wound things up and left. By that time, I was desperate for a nap and went to sleep sitting up in a chair.

During my last breathing treatment, I kept dozing until my chin got more of the mist than my lungs did. I was in bed by 8:30.

I slept in my usual two to three hour increments and didn’t get up until almost 9. I still haven’t done my body test. I did do a load of clothes, though.

It’s been a much quieter day. I sat on the deck in the sun for I don’t know how long. Then I sat again out of the sun. Later, I went for a walk in the yard and saw that my strawberry plants survived the freezes and the oregano is up. I was playing in the dirt some so Cuz and my CIL pitched in and cleared a lot of it of weeds and old growth from last year. I don’t know if any of my fig tree made it.

When I said I needed to come in and fix something for lunch, Cuz said she’d had cornbread and buttermilk. The cornbread sounded so good, I came in and made some, baking it in the waffle maker. I think it’s the best I ever made. The vanilla almond milk did fine in that but it was really sweet when I poured it over the finished cornbread. I did it justice, anyway.

I doubt it will surprise anyone that I went to bed for a while after that. Oh, I did after a coughing episode, too.

And I just got up from a nap. Well, I’ve been up long enough to eat a bite of supper. Guess that’s just about the story of my life. Breathing treatments, eating, sleeping and sleeping some more. To top it all off, I’m still sleepy.

Cuz just came over. She’d checked on me twice while I was sawing logs. She was amazed that I’d had such a long nap. I told her I’d blogged before I went to bed and that might be the reason.

6 Responses to A Wealth of Busy-ness

  1. Lila April 1, 2015 at 9:28 pm #

    I know you have a long way to go, but sounds like things are looking up. Do you have a regular waffle iron or a Belgian one? Sort of regretting that I donated my Belgian one years ago. I’ll bet cornbread made in it would have been good!

    • Tommie April 2, 2015 at 9:02 am #

      Belgian and it IS good!

  2. Lila April 2, 2015 at 12:35 pm #

    Too bad for me!

    • Tommie April 2, 2015 at 7:41 pm #

      I got mine at Walmart for not a lot of money.

  3. Mary Jane April 2, 2015 at 8:40 pm #

    I have both kinds, but haven’t tried making cornbread in one. Sounds good and crusty!

    • Tommie April 3, 2015 at 9:15 am #

      It does take longer but it’s worth it if you like crust—and I do.

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