So. I never actually ended up leaving the house today and somehow I feel like I have been through the wringer. The first thing on the calendar was an appointment with the heart failure specialist. I was dreading getting there and back because this foul rain and wind storm was probably going to roll in while he was with the doctor and I was pre-stressing how I was going to get him (in his wheelchair) into the car when this terrible lot is completely open and doesn’t have enough handicapped spots when at the last second I got through to the doctor’s secretary and switched to a phone call instead of going to the office. Then we just huddled around the fireplace waiting, spoke to the doctor who coughed and hacked the entire time. He had no new tricks up his sleeve in regards to the water around his lungs and we just have to take a day by day wait and see approach. I AM TERRORIZED. In the end I said to doctor no tricks cough-a-lot “sounds like a good thing we didn’t do this in person” and he said he had had this cough for THREE STRAIGHT MONTHS. Good lord.
Then the husband, who had rose at dawn, went to bed in the middle of the day even though he had PT coming in 2 hours, then the HVAC guy showed up so I showed him around the basement and said he fixed it, but it was like one of those “he jiggled something” explanations and then he did some maintenance stuff. While he cleaned and replaced a cap and a plug I texted the PT and told her the situation. She phoned me when she would have come over and told her he wouldn’t get up, I feel awful when he does that! It’s so rude. She told me it happens to her all of the time. Men are like that. Ha! .…. When the HVAC left the air was blowing but I told him it didn’t feel warm. He said something about it needing to cycle through and it’ll get warmer with each cycle…. I dunno.
So I did some dishes and didn’t really notice the temps because my hands were in hot water but then it had been 2 hours after the HVAC guy left and I looked at the room temperature on the thing or on the wall and the temp had fallen two degrees since the HVAC guy left. I called the HVAC place but it was 5:30 and they were already closed for the day. This doesn’t really feel like an emergency because I’m fine. We have have space heaters. I’ll just call them in the morning.
So, I woke the husband up and he said he wasn’t getting out of bed and he’d see me in the morning. And then, feeling self destructive while also in desperate need of soothing, I cooked the delicious cherry blintzes I saw were in the freezer downstairs. Now I’m just lying on the couch with Jeopardy on in the background feeling like I have had quite the day even though I never even left the house.
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