Huzzah, hoorah, and hooray. Monday my nephrostomy tube was removed. My kidneys are functioning normally. I still have a kidney stone, so I need to get a CT scan to pinpoint that location and then a procedure to remove the stone. I’m making progress.
Some work has been ongoing in my home while I’ve been at my sister’s. Today I am here at my own home while a drywall installer gets started. It makes me remember my uncle who was a contractor. Back then he called drywall “sheetrock,” and he had the opinion that all “sheetrockers” were crazy. The guy working at my house today seems harmless enough.
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| Soon we'll all be relaxing at home. |
My sister and I were just discussing the progress of both my house and my health and we think I might be moved back into my own place as soon as Monday. (Today is Wednesday.)
The work I’ve had done relates to a sump pump failure here in the basement apartment where I live. The year that my parents died (in January and April) I had the same kind of pump failure in August, only much worse. I ended up having to live in a hotel for four months and with my sister-in-law for another two months while new flooring was installed and drywall repaired. The new flooring has been a boon for the more recent incident. I have tile floors throughout my apartment, except for the furnace/laundry/water heater/pump room, which has cement flooring. Tile can withstand a bit of water without needing to be replaced.
Anyway, maybe these two pump failures followed by repairs could bracket a down time in my life: my mourning period for my parents, followed by mourning my previous dog, followed by a mental breakdown and recovery. With this new repair done and my moving back home, I can begin a new and happier stage of life. I hope and trust.
