2 months of time lost?

Has it really been over two months since I’ve written on this blog?  It can’t be . .  . can it?

I guess it is.  Let’s see if I can reconstruct that time.  If I can, it means this fibro fog challenged brain has pulled off a minor miracle.  What was the date of the last entry?  Hmmm . . . July 3.  It is over two months!  I’d better get started.

July 4 – 11 was the rest of our vacation in Alaska.  We spent 5 glorious days in Homer, AK – a place that actually felt like home to me.  On the shores of Kachemak Bay, across from mountains that drop into the ocean and include volcanoes, Homer sits up on bluffs primarily.  It does include a spit of land that juts about 4.5 miles out into the bay, only 19 feet above sea level.  It is aptly called Homer Spit.  The spit is lined with rocky beaches that include campgrounds – you camp right on the ocean.  It is also lined with small shops and restaurants.  Since the climate in Homer is not very much different from MA, I knew I could live there.  The only fly in the ointment might be the light issue – the Alaskan summers are fine: daylight all but about 5 hours; the winters, of course, are the reverse.  For someone with SAD (seasonal affective disorder), like me, it could spell trouble.  Still, I think I’d move in a heartbeat if someone told me to.

The rest of July was a blur of laundry, catching up on mail and construction.  We had our bathroom redone from the studs out.  Our only bathroom!  You see the problem with that, don’t you?  We did have a portable toilet outside the back door.  It wasn’t too bad except when you woke up in the middle of the night with an urgent urge and had to get dressed before you went outside.  I doubt the neighbors would have been looking for a half-naked woman streaking to the porta-potty, but the neighborhood skunk might have.  That wouldn’t have been pretty.  It took nearly three weeks to complete the estimated ten day job.  The joys of construction.  Now that it is done, we love it and that has made the “patience” we exhibited worthwhile.

July 31 saw us attending a Gordon Lightfoot concert at the Twin River facility in Lincoln, RI.  The concert was good, but we thought that he looked old and not really well.  It turns out that, two years before Lightfoot had suffered a burst abdominal aneurism and spent a week or so in a coma.  Put in that light, he looked really good for someone who nearly died!

We took a day trip to Maine.  We went to Perkins Cove and walked the Marginal Way.  I had never walked the whole way before, so I was proud of myself.  My husband started having palpitations this same weekend.  He was so unnerved by them that I had him call the doctor on a Saturday while I drove home from Maine.  He had them during the week for three weeks, with exacerbations each weekend.  Finally, the third weekend, the doctor told him to go to the emergency room to be checked out.  They actually kept him overnight that Saturday and had told him they would do a certain test the next day.  Great, except that the cardiologist had not shown up by 3 PM.  They told my husband they didn’t see anything to worry about, so he decided to check himself out and do any follow-up testing on an outpatient basis.  The “hospitalist” (new term for an attending physician who takes care of you for your doctor) must have been offended by the idea of this man deciding to take matters into his own hands and leave.  He told my husband that he could be fine OR he could have a blockage, drop dead and die.  That latter part was in direct contradiction to everything we had been previously told.  Needless to say, we left anyway.  Since even after testing, they told my husband they did not know the cause but the palpitations were completely benign.  No treatment was necessary. 

My husband would not have stayed in the hospital another night unless they’s told him he was dying.  Why not?  We had another concert to go to – the Moody Blues at the Mohegan Sun Resort and Casino.  What a great concert they gave!!  They sounded and looked as good as ever!!

I have a lot more to say and not much time left for it right now, so I’ll stop here with the concert and pick up tomorrow (I hope) with the rest of the catching up.  Right now I have to catch my breath and let my fingers rest!