Okay so I had a schedule. Get the house painted, repair all the windows, put up the new screen doors, cut down some of these small trees, change the outside lighting, re-mulch the yard and get new rocks for the driveway and I am done with the outside until the fall! When the guys were finished with the outside of the house I would be finished with the windows and then I would get the trim painted and the chicken coop repaired and cleaned out and everybody would be happy. OF COURSE it did not work out like that.
On Friday I was taking my daily exercise walk and I fell and busted my butt… on the ground… in the street… yes…on hard cement. I fell so hard it scared the living bejesus out of me. I could not get up and when I was finally able to get up I could not walk. I was paralyzed for a good five minutes. The guy I was walking with said he never heard anyone hit the ground so hard. It happened right at the end of the day and I did not go to the doctor until Monday.
I tried Tylenol, it did not work. I tried taking an Epsom salt bath…that made me feel better until I tried to get out the tub…it took an act of congress/doggy style LOL. And by the time I made it out the tub I was back to square one. The doc said I have sprained ankles, contusions on my knees, hip, hands, arms, fingers, back, and neck and they are ALL killing me at the same time. They said I will bruise up before it’s all over but the good news is there are no broken bones or so they think. I say “think” because they did not x-ray me. They said “here… take this medicine and go back to work tomorrow”. My friends said “ohhhh they gave you the good stuff”. Yeah okay. I took one pill and did not wake up untill after 2PM the next day. That’s good stuff? Nooooo thank you… I don’t drink or do any kind of drugs so a little narcotic goes a real long way with me.
The workers last day is today and there is still a lot to be done but I am still home licking my wounds. I feel like an old lady with all the Naproxen, ace bandages, heat pads, Ben-gay etc. OMG that sounds so pathetic, I know. 5 years ago I would have sprung up like a spring chicken and wiped it off, but that was then and life has really aged me since then…
Everything is at a stand still now because I can not finish my part, nor can I pay them to do it. The guy did all he can do and he starts a BIG job tomorrow and he should be working steadily through the summer. You know where that leaves me right? STILL HAVING UNFINISHED PROJECTS. hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I wish I had the money to pay someone to do it all so I can sit back filing my fingernails and cooing out orders while I am sitting under an umbrella like a proper southern belle with a glass of ice tea nearby (with a fresh slice of lemon in it)….but noooooo I have to go to Lowe’s and Home Depot and check the clearance racks, check the oops paint, look for faulty merchandise on the shelves and basically beg for discounts, check the swap shop at the dump, trade with people, make stuff, repurpose things, hit the thrift stores, wheel and deal workers and do a lot of the work myself. Shaaa, I should be paid for all the work I have to do to get this place in shape on a dime LOL. I am worrying myself ragged all because I just want a nice, clean, finished house and not see tools everywhere, and unfinished projects in every direction. I swear I meant well with each and every project I started and having a crap-load of crap to do when its time to start hanging out at the beach on the weekends is not a pleasing thought. It’s been over a year now and really, I haven’t had a good summer for a few years now. I have been utterly bored to tears or renovating.
The kids and I are supposed to be having a yard sale on Saturday so we can raise money for the chickens that we are going to shop for after the yard sale. I had this all planned out. Not sure where the plans are going now though as I am at the mercy of Naproxen and Ben-gay but I suspect they will volunteer to paint the coop and finish cleaning it out and do whatever is necessary so we can go to the farm and they can pick out their chickens. You know how kids are.
Oh yeah and I guess I better get me some handicap rails for my bathroom because I sure could have used them this weekend. hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh This getting old business is not a laughing matter!!
AND THE BIG MOUTH BILLY BASS FISH BELTING OUT CHRISTMAS SONGS IN THE DEAD SILENCE OF THE HOUSE IS DRIVING ME CRAZY!
I WISH THE BATTERIES WOULD DIE IN THIS THING ONCE AND FOR ALL!! HE BREAKS OUT IN SONG AT LEAST 4-5 TIMES A DAY!! THE KIDS WON’T LET ME TAKE HIM DOWN…
DIE BILLY DIE!