Free at last

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.

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.