It’s been an amazing week so far. The bedroom is shaping up nicely. Got the two coats of primer up and the room looks like a different place already. The sunlight coming through the windows is beautiful hitting the white primer. So different from that dingy, unfinished space that was there before. Primer coat is complete, ceiling is done with two coats of ceiling white (I wanted to use fairy silver, but Joe didn’t like it, so white it is). I can’t wait to start putting the green on the walls. It’s going to be so bright and vibrant. I’m really thinking of doing the trim work in yellow, but that might be too much with two doors and two windows. I’m talking lemon yellow here, to accent the bright green of the walls.
The other day we got a visit from Tio and Mary. They brought me over a box
of beautiful teacups and saucers that had belonged to their daughter L. L passed suddenly last year and we all miss her terribly. I’m going to have to find a place to display them properly. Aren’t they amazing? I, of course, had to show her my china tea set. Mine are Faerie sized. It am touched that she thought of me for the tea cups though. They are such special friends.
Back in October, I got my latest tattoo. My gecko. You may have noticed that he kind of disappeared from conversation. That’s because when I was in the hospital last, my blood infection spread to my tattoo and turned it gross. The head broke off in four places, the front foot slid under the belly of the beastie, most of the colors faded to shades I’m not sure of. It ended up looking like this. Yesterday, Joe took me back to Chroma Tattoo where I had it done the first time. Jason rocked. He took one look and said he could fix it and fix it he did. It looks amazing again. I’m not jinxing it by showing it early again. Once it heals, I’ll show it. Joe was so impressed with Jason’s room in the studio that he actually offered Jason “Joe Bacon”. “Joe Bacon” is a mounted boars head that we have had around the house forever. Joe got it at a garage sale somewhere and hung it in our old house. In this house, there is no room for an ugly ass boar head so he get’s moved from room to room. I’ve threatened to throw him out several times. Joe and Jason hit it off and Joe offered it to Jason and now it’s gone from my home forever. I hope he gets tons of attention where he’s at, he sure didn’t get it here.
I’m about a quarter of the way through the dollhouse. Not far enought yet to take pictures, just far enough to start being confused by the instructions.
Have a great day everyone. I’m off to take a nap. Mom is watching her “programs” for the afternoon and I’m barely keeping the peepers open.
It’s only 11:00 in the morning and I’m beat. Spent the last two days cleaning out an apartment. I have a really hard time understanding how someone can move into a perfectly clean apartment and in one year make it so dirty that I’m disgusted by it.
How can you live for a year and never clean your floors, toilet or tub? Does it thrill you to know that I have to scrub your boyfriends piddle off the toilet and the floor? The tub was so dirty but you could tell took a lot of baths by the layers of rings around the tub. (Eeeewwww Totally gross to take a bath in a dirty tub)
And really, did you actually eat in the kitchen next to the overflowing litter box? I know it was overfull a lot because of the mess on the floor. And those hanging things in the corners of your ceiling are called cobwebs. If you don’t wipe them down occasionally they get coated with your cigarette smoke and get nasty. BTW, the smoking thing, this is a non-smoking apartment, did you think I wouldn’t smell the stink when I walked in? And you have the nerve to ask for a refund? Bitch, take a reality check. I’m the one that’s going to have to spend two days just cleaning up what you left behind. So glad you broke your lease. Kiss my ass.
Now that that’s out, as you can probably tell, I’ve not had a good ending to the week.
My neurologist put me on Lyrica and what a difference. The pain in my back has gone from a 9 to a 3. 3 is livable, 9 is torture. The only problem that I have is that is makes me jumpy and almost manic. So we are going back to Neurotin.
I want to share some photo’s of Oscar that I took this week. He’s such a ham.
I think I’m off now to take a nap. Have a wonderful day all.
Whoops, I’ve got to share with you. I’m getting my newest tattoo on Monday. I can’t wait.
Went to a rehabilitation therapist today for the arthritis in my back. He is now ordering an MRI to be done of my spine due to the increasing neuropathy in my right arm. It’s to the point now where I feel nothing in my thumb and only some in my index and middle fingers. My arm falls asleep at a moments notice. My right hand will start to shake uncontrollably and I’m starting to drop things. I have to admit this to everyone otherwise I will keep pretending that everything is fine. I can’t anymore.
I’m glad I spin my mandrels with my left hand and apply glass with my right. I can set a glass rod down till feeling comes back, can’t set a hot bead down “for a minute”.
OK so I got a very painful steroid/lidocaine shot in my back to hold me over till he can determine if an epidural is necessary or if there is anything else he can do. So I’m scheduled for an M.R.I and a C.T. scan next Monday (gonna need a pill for this one). Then I see a neurologist on the 25th, then back to this RT that I saw today to see what’s going on. So till the middle of next month it’s one test after another and the hurry up and wait game. I hate that game.
Meanwhile I’m keeping myself busy. Tonight Oscar and I go for his first testing as a therapy dog. There is an entire checklist that he has to go through. I hope he does well. Then Saturday it’s out to Brighton for torch time for the BOC, Sunday is a guild meeting in the afternoon. Then I need to get busy making beads for the bead bonanza in October. Phew, when I jump back into life, I don’t fool around.
I’m off for an afternoon nap to let this shot take effect. Hugs to everyone.