WELL HOLY FREAKING HANNAH!!!

 I need to defrag right now.  What an explosive couple of days it's been.  

Firstly, Monte is in the hospital as most of you know.  He went in with a blood pressure of 250 over 150.  He would probably be mad at me for telling you.  It embarrasses him.  I think that is because he feels responsible.  And let me make it clear...he isn't.  The meds he is on create ravenous hunger, the kind you can't think when you are feeling that way.  As a result you eat.  You eat whatever is in your pathway. Consequently, you gain weight.

He hasn't been feeling well for a long time.  And he gets terrible headaches and then he throws up.  This has been going on for two or three months.  Finally he felt that bad that he took himself to emergency.  And..... they hooked him up, started tests and x-rays, blood work etc...  The upshot is there were a lot of markers to start with and now there is one pesky one that won't go away.  Its enough to make them worry about his heart.  With bp that high, damage to the heart is almost inevitable.  Because of his weight and size he can't get angiograms, cat scans or any other testing to check out his heart.  So they are sending him to Nanaimo hospital (where there was just a covid outbreak thank you very much) for some other kind of imaging testing. 

 Poor guy is scared stiff which doesn't help. But on the good side, they would have moved him out of icu to a regular ward but there wasn't room, so he stays in the icu, just not hooked up.  I don't think they would have done that if they were super worried.  I wish I could see him.  I know how poor Clare felt when he couldn't see his lovely Tish.  It makes the whole thing worse.  At least this will not be too long...not months like Tish and Clare had to go through.

Today the washer and dryer came with the installers. They had a hell of a time getting them into this old house with its little doors.  And then...they accidentally broke the tap off the wall, sheered it right off.  It was old and brittle.  And by the time I got down there, the water, a shooting fountain, had completely flooded the whole huge laundry room.  Holy crap!!!!  Fortunately I knew where the turn off was.  OMG!!!  What a mess.  I found a zillion towels and threw them all over.  Now I have a zillion soaked dripping towels to deal with.  A plumber has to come to put new taps in and eventually the installers need to come back to hook up the new laundry units.  Until then I have filthy soaking towels on the floor, no laundry and no water.  And there is still an inch of water everywhere.  Waaaaaaaah!!!!!

And I decided to just come up and take a moment and have a coffee and suddenly I remembered I had bread rising, or should I say super over rising.  Its a really expensive ground flax mix, low carb, high fibre, not a dough I want to waste.  So I flew into the kitchen and punched it down.  It was huge!!!!  Hopefully it will recover!  This is definitely an off kilter day for sure.

Actually that was a nice distraction for a while.  But one never gets rid of that lump of dread in the bottom of the tummy. It's not going away methinks until Monte isn't in danger of having a stroke or heart attack.  I'm sure he isn't, or they would have kept him near and hooked up.  But you know...I am not my mother who wouldn't worry until it was super worryible.  

Well I am going to go check up on my bread.  It smells funny.  I am not sure about it.  Stay safe and remember to noodle (they are six feet, I checked!). TTYL