Well, my approaching death seems to be slowing a bit; I feel somewhat better, but still suffer from uncontrollable cough, hacking and sore throat.I wonder what the X-ray from yesterday had to say, as the assurance from O'C's office was that they would call me yesterday afternoon; but, they haven't yet. Sue did call about my appointment for tomorrow, though. I'll talk to a real doctor then.
The plan for today was to get back from Deer Park by about 8:30AM in order for Caleb to evaluate the darned door problem. The blinds get stuck about 1/3 of the way up and the lever seems to disengage, falling to the bottom of the track.
He showed up at about 9:30 (no problem; he called at 8:15AM) and agreed that there was something wrong with the mechanism; he suggested replacing the one panel, a remedy that sounds just fine.
SWMBO is feeling chest pains today; she thinks it's gastric (thank goodness) as it is somewhat relieved with antacids. Since it started just today, she's probably right.
It was surprising to see Shanna Love at Fred Meyer's today; my name came flying across the parking lot as I was leaving the store with the day's victuals. She retired in 2006, and now she and Don have their inventory business on the side, and that's it. She was getting stuff for her granddaughter's sports meet later today.
She also told me that Thayne Whitehead had passed away recently; it had been in the paper the other day. He was an old Spokane pharmacist, and a really nice fella. He sold the People's Rx chain to Rick Fike several years ago, the chain that became Medicine Shoppe.
When I passed the news on to Dana Fike, she had already heard the news from Cindy Grimes yesterday.
When taking the dogs out earlier, it occurred to me that the grass, while getting longer, was in need of some hydration; so, Quin and I went into the back yard and started the sprinklers while he got his exercise with his blue ball.
I watched Grace yesterday; she left school early and had to come her to rest and have a little bit of snack before we went to get SWMBO; we met Toehead and had a quick dinner at Wendy's. Grace was pretty much recovered, and seemed to be healthy enough to go back to school this morning.
Speaking of morning, the usual quiet was shattered by seven sirens over a ten minute period headed north on US 2.
Seems that there had been a shooting somewhere north in Colbert, quite close to Grace's school. Some woman had put a bullet into her stepfather, and was chased down by the cops and arrested for attempted 1st degree murder. Lousy was to start the day!
It's going on noon, so, it's time to scramble for lunch.
UPDATE: O'C's office called and said that the CXR from yesterday was normal. HA! Then perhaps her Dx is off. Could she have missed something? We'll see.
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