Son of a bitch! I am so drifting I wrote an entire fucking post and at the end lost it. I will try to resurrect it. I cannot believe after two hours of work, I lost it all. But that is how foggy and tired I am.
But I went to bed instead.
I am trying to finish writing this Thursday morning at 5 am. I have allergy shots at 10:10 am.
So Sunday night I couldn’t sleep. I woke about 1 and tried to sleep but about 2:30 I got up. Typical Monday morning, but I got a lot done. Then I had a 9 AM appointment with the pain clinic and I got some steroid shots. I think they were eight in total. At home I tried to do the dishes, but my back was wrecked so I took more medications. That gets important later. That night after needing extra medications all day I was tired and not fully functioning. But I stayed up later than normal for me. Sadly when I went to bed I was unable to sleep, so after four hours of tossing and turning I got up.
Now it is Tuesday morning and I have not slept since 1 AM Monday morning. Plus I am groggy from needing extra morphine and baclofen. Add to that I have very high blood sugar even trying very hard not to eat carbs because of the steroids, along with the steroids pushing me to be aggressive. So I was not my really sweet normal self and barely tracking. By Tuesday afternoon, I was so punchy I was not making sense on anything. I was trying to talk to Ron about politics and was so disjointed I sounded like I had been drinking or something. I was listening to a podcast earlier that mentioned an interview that Biden did with Jack Hardwick that only got 117,000 views, but was super informative of what Biden was doing for the country. Then I read on Jill’s blog about Jill and Annie talking about posting snippets of what I thought was the same interview. I was so out of it I couldn’t understand two different events. Ron convinced me they were and informed me I really needed to go lay down for a while. I did. No sense fighting with Ron when he is right and in that mindset.
But it was in vain. I slept from 7 PM to 9 PM and was awake all through the night. I again got up about 2:30 frustrated as possible. I started to watch videos and read news articles. I did some postings. We got some great news in the morning when the roofing company called saying they were ready to put the new very expensive metal over roof on. They will start on the 11th. It is a very well constructed roof that goes over the existing structure already there, molded to include gutters, with a lifetime warranty. We are getting some skylights added and moving some vents.
Ron decided to put up my dry erase whiteboard in the Playtime Pink Palace even with my not tracking correctly and being so groggy. We are mounting it on the wall, as I don’t have room in here for the stand. It was slated for the west wall over the computers but I realized it would be hard to write on there. Then I also realized that I have that big open spot where the door swings back to. It has no shelves as it would prevent the door opening all the way. But the whiteboard is thin, so it won’t bother that. But that is the only wall that Ron has not removed or rebuilt in the years we have been here so the studs are not right. Ron fixed that with a small cleat that is hardly noticeable. I love it. Below are some pictures. Hugs
Here is the wall that the white board was slated for.

Here is the whiteboard put up. I was too punchy from days with no sleep, I forgot to get a picture of the wall first. The door is off because Ron is going to use that between the new living room that used to be my office before the hurricane tore the roof off the room, and it was slated to be James new room when the inner roof was put on. James moved out, I got his old room, Ron gets a new living room, and the house gets a new dinning room where the living room is now. Since the door that was on this room had lots of window panes and I don’t need that, Ron is getting a cheaper solid core interior door for me, and using the other door for the new living room. Below are three pictures of the whiteboard on the wall.


