Another Day in Paradise
Sunday I went out to my mom's she fixed lunch for us. I helped her pick apricots. She has 3 trees; We ate one right off the tree. Yum. I think my mother canned apricots today.
When I first got there I talked to my mom about my daughter. She actually agreed that my daughter needs to come home. She said she could not say no to her only Granddaughter. Wierd of her. My daughter will be with me tomorrow. I have to drive about 50 miles to get to the bus station in another town.
My cooler is still not fixed and we have reached temps of high 90's and the last three days we made it 101 degrees. I now have 6 fans, in various sizes in my livingroom. There were cloud late this afternoon which helps stop the heating up of my home in the evenings. Sunday was the worst time I had with the heat in the house. I soaked one of my nightgowns in cold water, rung it out, put it on and stood in front of one of the fans. Felt like Paradise. Repair man is suppose to come in the next two days.
I was right and my refrigerator died. I called the guy that fixed my dryer to see if he had any used refrigerators he could sell and bring to me. He does but I do not know when he is coming.
Yesterday I had my CT scan then went over to the cancer clinic to get my iron infusion. The iron solution they feed through an IV is black in color so that kind of grossed me out watching black stuff go in my arm. They fed me lunch and brought me anything I wanted to drink. I had ice tea. There are side effects to this procedure the worst one is being allergic to the iron solution. Since I am typing here I guess I did not have an adverse effect but when I woke up this morning I did/am experiencing the side effect of a serious headache.
Lucky me I get to look forward to iron infustions every Monday for at least 4 more weeks. I have an appointment on the 11th with the hemotologist/oncologist to go over all my blood tests so I will know more about what is happening to me.
Not that it matters one way or another now cuz it cannot be changed but I wonder if I had not been abused by the evil stepfather, I would not have gotten bladder infections which then led to upper respritory infections; too many to count as a child would I have escaped all these health issues I am experiencing? Damaged for life in more ways than one?
I don't want to be me anymore.
Blessings to all