OK, if you think that title is backwards, I wrote it perfectly reflecting life this week. Upside down, sideways, pick your poison. On the plus side, taxes were mailed last Saturday, so that's finally done. It's just everything else that cattywampus.
First, there's the scrambled calendar. Steve's hip surgery is on hold until his cardiac issue is diagnosed, evaluated, fixed as needed, and rescheduled. As in RESCHEDULED! In his case, getting cardiac tests is more difficult than anything I have to schedule, so his take priority, and my stuff gets bumped first. So far the big one for me, shoulder #2, is still on track for late next month. But I just canceled a "wellness" visit because Steve gets a stress test (injection, not treadmill, with his bad back, knees and hip) that same time and 30 miles away. I just managed to push my exam out by a few hours that same day. Plenty of time to do both then. He gets another test later that week, then waits for the cardiologist to say he's OK or he needs X first, before he can reschedule his new hip. The monitor he has stuck on his chest will come off later this week to get mailed in, so that at least doesn't involve travel more than a few blocks to the post office.
How all that affects my scheduling will depend on how those all shake out, keeping in mind this family needs a driver. We know I won't be driving for three weeks after shoulder #2. We don't know what Steve's limitations for driving will be after his surgery. Somehow the two have to blend. Plus I promised my son a ride for a procedure he needs next month involving anesthesia, because he's been good about driving me the long distances for my shoulder appointments when I couldn't drive last time, with assurances he'll be available for the same my next time.
It's a very good thing I have a recent bottle of White Out in the house. Its biggest use has only been for tax forms. But before siting down to work on this post, I took the calendar and whited-out a bunch of canceled appointments for the next 8 weeks so there was room to put only the valid ones in their places. It's necessary with every one we need to make to have some clear idea of what's really there and what is now free. I think half the April squares got that treatment. There will still be more appointments to make and/or cancel. I'm sure May will need the same treatment. June? Fingers crossed.
So, with all that chaos, of course Murphy threw another sample our way of how he screws everything up this morning when both of us woke up chillier than usual. The furnace insists it's still set at 73. I went out and got an indoor thermometer which chose to argue. It's 64 inside, and outside thinks that will be the high for the day. We both added warmer layers. With only minimal improvement, I then huddled under my double polar fleece throw, while Steve got out his heat/vibration vest usually reserved for back pain.
We are now waiting for a local furnace repairman to show up. If it's some failed switch or something, hooray. Considering the furnace goes back to 2001, I'm checking the budget for possibly replacing it. Meanwhile, we're happy it's this late in possible snow days for here, and glad the oven still throws enough heat that while somebody is awake to supervise we can run it, opening its door periodically to let heat in the middle of the house at least. We did find out we can't just turn it on and leave the oven door open. It shuts itself off. We could light burners, but that seems riskier. I like my fire in a box for unusual indoor usage.
OK, more later. Two trucks just showed up.
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