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One window, built to the wrong spec of what was ordered, is being rebuilt. For now there is just a piece of wood in the space. It is all ready, the installation should be fast. They said to give the bath twenty four hours for calking to set, I'd like to give it another day, forty eight hours. If longer, for me. With the limit of a fifty gallon tank, not enough hot water to fill the thing to hot. Maybe not even warm.
Now, rest, and sleep. I was beginning to screech, physically, under the efforts. Too little sleep, even rest. Too much noise, when trying to sleep, constant waking, for questions, and a lot of work. Before and even between contracted work. My ears are ringing from the levels of stress and agitation.
Clearing out from near the windows was a brutal lot of work. On top of all else that was happening, generally, cleaning and clearing the house from my many years of sloth and mom's movein. A brutal summer then fall.
I really was beginning to fall. I... if we kept at it for much longer, I was seeing signs of impending critical health failure. Some signs remain. I'm not out of those woods quite yet. With kidneys down to 10% function alone?
On the good side, bp and blood sugar, finally, aren't just good enough, but are good enough to begin pulling meds, removing diagnoses. Which may well help kidneys? BP might be too low. Though pulling meds too fast could invert that. In a tight spot that way, so are moving slowly, cautiously.
Getting up shortly. Awake at five, down around nineteen hundred. No walk for Jasmine, but she will go out in an hour or two. Feeding the other girls, coffee, filling water, making ice, but otherwise an easy day.
If mom wants to get to working hard, I'll leave her to it, without any guilt. That is choice. If she tries to hen peck me to do anything, I'll just go back to sleep. If she wants company, she has to accept it o terms which don't further errode my tenuous grasp on life. Though I will help by making a few of the dishes for our first Thanksgiving meal together in... many years. I'll be cooking the goose, too. Couldn't find a quality turkey, so went with an fine goose.
Well... to it. Might take a shower today, but will use "mother's" shower. Really want to give the walk-in another day to set. Later.
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