Hot again today. I passed blood again through the bowels again so I stayed in and trimmed the garlic and bagged it until the heat went down. My throats isn't as swollen. That can't last long though, I need to bushhog at least 15 acres, and still have the garden to work. Denise canned her 105th qt of green beans.
Charlie is still in the hospital, he went neutropenic, and I probably spelled that wrong. :) He has also been bleeding a lot in his throat. They gave him 2 units of blood.
Misty's biopsy proved inconclusive for cancer, they want to run more tests.
Sleep study set up for next month, then follow-up the next.
The contractor was suppose to come by this evening, he didn't make it... imagine that. He hasn't seen the job yet. Part of me would love for him to see what it looks like, part would not want him near my house. I hate being mad, I usually don't get mad. When I look at it, it looks like Larry, Curly, Moe, and Ray Charles done that. I miss the days when me, dad, Joe, and sometimes a couple of friends done all the work that needed to be done. Built into this house in 3 locations are the names of everybody who built it and what they did. Only me and Charlie remain, and we can do little more than watch and help a little now.
The tip on massaging actually works, thanks.
