The new toilets are functioning wonderfully. No leaks or anything like that. My only complaint is that they’re a bit tall for being a shorty, so I ordered a footrest specially for toilets. I could place the flat of my feet on the floor with the old ones, but only my toes with these. Love that they take just 2 seconds to flush and 30 to fill! They hold 1.5 gallons as opposed to the ancient 5-gallon, 32-year-old toilets that were in here. 

Bob and Virginia were sitting outside when I went to get the mail while he was getting longer hoses yesterday, and I told them we were switching out the old toilets. They said they were thinking of doing that, too. I’m surprised they haven’t already with all they’ve done to their place. 

As for my health… I think the bad effects of the 88s are slowly tapering off. I sure hope so anyway. My heart did take off to 117 yesterday and beat a little hard, so I took a lorazepam. Today, while he was at Raley’s, it started to race a bit, but not even for 5 minutes, thank goodness. I threw myself onto the couch and made myself take deep slow breaths and it backed off. Then I had an upset stomach, so I’m not fully recovered yet, but definitely getting there. As long as I don’t have anything as terrifying as last Thursday. That was just like OMFG. I think I accidentally said in a previous entry that it happened Friday, but it was actually Thursday. 

I just dread meeting with the doctor in a couple of days. Doctors are too number-obsessed. I’m afraid she won’t want to consider how I feel and what I personally feel most comfortable doing. Remaining on 75s a while longer, however, is far from life-threatening. Hell, I could quit the meds altogether and probably live for well over a decade. I’d just feel like shit in a different way. I just hope she’ll work with me cuz I don’t want to have to get someone else. I think she will, though, cuz she has so far and is a pretty understanding and caring person. I’ll soon find out for sure! 

Andy was telling me the other day that once he turned 50, he thinks of how the end is closer rather than farther and that he really does have to die someday. He worries more about how he’ll die than actually dying. Me too. Will I suffer? Will Tom suffer? I worry about these things as well, and what kind, if any, afterlife may exist. 

It’s raining steadily now. Ah, we need the rain. So peaceful. No one’s going to be making a racket today, though I see that damn contractor that works out of his house moving about his garage. 

I’m going to go back to using dryer bars for fabric softeners rather than sheets. The sheets are a pain in the ass cuz they often get lost. Tom said he wore one to the store the other day. He felt something in his sleeve and pulled one out, LOL. 

The Megalast lipstick was a bust after all. It goes on cakey and gets stuck on your teeth. I’ll stick to Maybelline’s Whisper lipsticks. I’ve got Cherry on Top on the way to me, plus the decorative switch plate for the laundry room, and a cute little meerkat figurine to add to my animal collection. Possums and skunks are next! 

I dreamed of a young bald girl who’d had chemo and was dating a black guy. Then there was a 2-acre or so parcel of land where Jesse lived, and next door to him lived my maternal grandmother. I had a bedroom in each house but didn’t really “live” in either place. I woke up early in my grandmother’s house and heard her moving around in her bathroom. I then decided to use my bedroom in Jesse’s place because I wanted to sleep longer and didn’t think he’d be home. I slipped out her back door and by a long silver tank I knew to be the propane tank. Then I walked around the side of her place, cut across the front of it and then over to Jesse’s place. The grass around the house was tall, parched and stiff and I was trying to find an easier way to cut through when I woke up. 

NaNoWriMo started today, so off I go to get back to work on Bringing Brynn Back!