Monday, surviving

 I would like to say I am all better but that would be not true by a long shot.  Three Doctor appointments last week and we are still fishing for why and what is wrong with my neck.  The pain is radiating and moving from left to right.  I was in tears many mornings last week and I stay on top of pain meds like crazy.

Now I am not a medication taker.  I take what I have to and very little tylenol or other NSAIDS. To be taking 6-8 tablets a day just so I can keep from crying very odd. One thing I did insist on was an anti-biotic which believe it or not has helped some. I had fever of 102 two nights in a row, with severe chills and night sweats, lots of sinus drainage. So, I flat out would not leave the third doctor's office without one. My pain level is greatly reduced but not gone and I still have to stay medicated.  It is just a mystery.  My next step is an ears, nose and throat, doctor if I can get into one.

In the meantime, I have only sewn what I have to, and Sissie has been a good nurse. I am determined to get caught up in the shop as last week I spent more than my fair share on time on the sofa.

I am really tired of being in some sort of pain or dizziness.  I feel like I have been under the weather since May 1st, and it is leading to depression.  Don't like it one bit.  I just want to wake up and feel good.  I must just be a spoiled brat. At least that is what I feel like. Whine, whine whine.  Don't really like myself right now, but I can't get away from myself and believe me I have tried.

Last night I spent the night at Sissie's with Kelsa, that way I had help if I needed it.  It was Nate and Signe's anniversary, so they got a night alone with Champaine, gift of Auntie Kay.

I have 4 wedding dresses to get out this week among other things. Sissie will be a big help with the among other things.

Sissie here...well I think I am here?  Kim has been quite ill, and it is concerning.  I feel like we are grasping at straws, so prayers are in order and lots of them.

The move in is in progress and we still have a long way to go.  I have made over seventeen trips to the dump with cardboard, and at least ten trips to the Salvation Army.

There is still a ton of artwork that needs to go on the walls, and so much of it will have to be given away.

We have a mystery that will never be solved.  Our white stone wear (service for eight) was packed by Kim and my Brother in Law... the dinner plates, salad plates, large and medium bowls are missing. Just vanished and we don't know where they went.  So, I have eight small (think Egg Drop soup) bowls to the set and that is it!  There is no shopping here to speak of and Walmart has nothing I want, and I will not order glass wear from Amazon.  We are getting by on four Corell plates and that is it.  Small egg drop soup bowls for sides.  This is not a third world problem.  Just one box that went astray?

There is a ton of mending to do in the shop and I must get busy and get it done.

Prayers for my Sissy please.

Hugs Kay