I now have one broken microwave (no handle), one working oven (no handle) and, the latest breakdown, one broken dishwasher (with handle).
For background, read How Not to Get Ready for Thanksgiving and Turkey Transfer Averted.
To summarize, the oven threatened to stay locked until just before the crucial moment on Thanksgiving Day, losing its handle in the process. The microwave had already started to fall apart piece-by-piece, and now the dishwasher died. It tries to work, sounding like an airplane trying to take off, but then it just stops. Craig the appliance guy said the motor is broken, and I might as well replace the whole unit.
Time to spend some money.
In the meanwhile the bottom of the dishwasher is filled with water, and he said it's going to get nasty if I don't get the water out. This means a combination of scooping out as much water as possible and resetting the dial to dry about 20 times or so. It kicks in for a second, and a little water empties out. Then I have to let the motor rest and do it again. Unfortunately, it's a little like Sisyphus trying to get the boulder up the hill. The dial resets itself, and several times I have forgotten to move it to dry. So it starts for a second and fills up a little again.
Running log
I have run a mile several times without stopping, but each time when I finish I feel queasy. Yesterday I felt pretty good, so I pushed myself a little. When I was done, I threw up.
I guess my body is telling me to back off. Today I returned to a jog/walk and felt much better.
Dental drama
As I wrote before, I need to have four teeth pulled. I scheduled two for later in December when the kids will be home to drive me and was planning to schedule the other two for after that. I am going to take two Ativan, so I need someone to drive me and stay with me.
Today, one of the teeth crumbled onto my plate. The surgeon squeezed me in tomorrow at 7:45 a.m. I am going to have to set two alarms, because today I turned off the alarm and reset it three times.
I have grown used to my little routine: Wednesday and Friday tennis, Thursday yoga, and running and home exercising the other days, plus dog walking every day.
I asked the surgical technician over the phone if she thought I could play tennis Wednesday night.
What am I, ten years old?
I'm sure that's how I sounded, because she responded in kind.
"No, honey, no tennis for three or four days."
Well, at least I had fun grocery shopping today n advance of being laid up. I got soup, crackers, ice cream and even chocolate pudding treats, which reminded me of shopping for the kids.
I'm a little concerned about excess bleeding after the extraction. My platelets are pretty low; at my last visit they were in the 60s. But the doctor said anything over 50 is OK, so I need to go with that.
Meanwhile, I was sorry to do it, but I had to ask a friend for a ride.
You know who you are. You're very kind. I hope I don't drool all over your car.
7 comments:
Hey Ronni - people like to be asked to help out you know?!! It's nice to be able to give something to a friend, even something like a ride. You (I/we) need to allow others to do things for you(us) sometimes!
Often for me it was that I didn't like asking people for help, didn't like feeling dependent on others. But we are all dependent on the good will of others, (to a greater or lesser degree), and really that probably makes the world a nicer place!
(ok - off the soapbox now!)
:)
Morning -
Just "ran" across your blog this morning and wanted to reach out. The combination of running & cancer caught my eye. I am a triathlete and also work for a nonprofit in cancer research.
Nice to meet you...look forward to your posts!
I have the same trouble asking for help. As for the platelets, my doctor also says anything over 50 is fine, so you should be good to go. Get some rest and I hope you feel better after the procedure.
I hope by now your mouth is on the mend. I inherited some money (not a lot but enough) and am agonizing over whether to replace ten year old (and very cheap builder's grade) appliances: the stove and dishwasher. A part of me would rather have it for medical bills but my doctors say I need a dishwasher that boosts the water temp and this one does not.
Just posted your flash fiction story. Thanks so much for submitting.
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Your appliance breakdown struck me as theater of the absurd, notwithstanding it possibly symbolizing falling apart in general, which you, me and the rest of us survivors know a lot about. I hope the tooth extraction went okay. I know it's stressful.
I sometimes feel nauseous after a run. I don't think you should stop, just take it a little slower.
Vis-a-vis your last post about your neck, etc. I, too, have this dark brown ugly BLOTCH on my right cheekbone. I used to have nice skin, a few freckles maybe. Now, between the BLOTCH and excess fur growing on my face, I rarely look at myself in the mirror.
I'm clinging to my sense of humor. Without that I'm a goner
Wow, Ronni. You've been through some tough moments lately. I like how you push yourself but then recognize when to back off. Clearly, that's what has gotten you here and ready for more of this thing called life. Press on, good woman.
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