June

Boy I did not think it would be this long until I was back. You can always tell my bad weeks by how much I'm here I guess.

I walk by the office and the computer calls but so does my bed or closing my eyes sadly.

Another week got away from me.

Not so much enjoying my life right now as much as trying to survive of late.

Remember me telling you the horrific nerve type frozen pain on my arms. I actually wore a long john top on my arms for weeks. Yes, it is 95 degrees. It is far easier to deal with the cold than the cold tingling burning nerve pain. 

When Dr. S. asked me about my symptoms I told him this one because it is the worst one to me. He upped my folic acid to 5mg a day. I was taking 1 MG a day. 

After day 2 I have not had that kind of pain in my arms. Whew. By George, I think he got it!!
While I still get cold or I guess I should say I am cold all the damn time, but as long as I don't have that awful feeling of my arms burning cold like being dunked in an ice bucket I can live with being cold. I'd rather be cold than hot ALWAYS.

Let me share some things that have occurred here while I've done nothing.

(yes he made the walnut mantle)

This fireplace is a work in progress as you can see. I sprayed the FUGLY screen piece (under that paper) with high heat spray paint as well as the inside of the fireplace. All things black here I sprayed.  It was brown and gold. VERY 70s, which is odd since the house was built in 1997. It could not be removed, long story, so this was my next idea. 

Then we covered the ugly stone with this backerboard so we can tile. (For use around high heat again) Rick poured self leveling concrete on the hearth of ugly stones so it would be even and we could tile easily.  

On Monday Rick began tiling. I laid on the sofa and said things like, can you straighten that one? That one is too much white. 😄 I fell asleep and awake to this much done. It became like a puzzle so there was a lot of mumbling from Rick that made me giggle. Oh the swearing was quiet because he thought I was asleep. But I heard him!

He had to finish some things in his workshop so the items could get in the mail so he did not work on tthe fireplace on Tuesday. 

Tuesday is my typical 2 days after chemo & I'm down for the count. I was in bed most of the day. I awoke at 5:30p and I could smell Rick was cooking something. It smelled great but this is NOT a day I can eat much if at all. 

I walked into the living room and Rick said, "Hey look who's back. How you feeling babe?"

Before I could answer we heard a pop.

We walked into the kitchen and saw this --

The lid just exploded INTO the stew. The handle flew over by the coffee maker. So much for Rick's dinner....Shard Glass Stew. Yummy.

Rick knew he bought lamb chops by mistake and they are not a fave of mine. He knew I wasn't eating so he made a Greek stew. It smelled divine. What a waste of ingredients though. (I may have eaten this it smelled so good) he actually said, I could try to pick out glass. Are you crazy Richard? Toss it all!! So he did. He knew he couldn't get out all the glass for Pete's sake. 

He ended up having a breakfast sandwich. He was so bummed and I don't blame him. Gee, if I write to Rachel Ray and show her what happened to her stock pot while this was on low/simmering maybe they will send a new one? Or she can come cook a meal for Rick. That would make him happy.🙂