Yesterday I had left a plate, bowl and cup in the kitchen sink when I went to church. When I got home, they were covered in what might have been the bark portion of some sort of potting soil. I am guessing the sink had maybe a quart of crap in it 😦 It stunk and grossed me out!!!! I washed off the dishes and put them in the dishwasher.
This morning the maintenance man came to make sure I was OK. I told him I was no longer hooked to an IV and am down to 2 visits per week from the nurse. He was so happy! The fact that this guy cares so much about me is just incredible! He always mentions that he prays for me daily. It blows me away.
Well, I mentioned the potting soil to both the maintenance man and manager. Both agreed it came from the apartment above me. The woman up there has been stomping like crazy again. I always wonder what the heck she is so mad about. She goes for stretches that I hardly hear her, then crash! boom! stomp, stomp, stomp.
Then there’s me. I still don’t feel very well. The last few days I have had to change the gauze in my belly more often. There’s more drainage and blood now than when I was on antibiotics. The nurse was here this afternoon and says my wound looks good.
I continue to be plagued by lots of dizziness and scary weakness. It seems my head never stops hurting. The sharp belly pains and queasiness make me feel yucky.
Late this afternoon, I dredged up enough energy to go 3 blocks to the library. My special order of Volume 9 of The Work and the Glory came in. While waiting for that, this weekend I started The Undaunted…the miracle of the hole-in-the-rock pioneers. Another great book by Gerald Lund 🙂 I am enjoying being in that reality better than my own.
I am still wicked bad restless. I am healing, but not well. I want to do things and go places, but feel like heck. Maybe someday I will be well????