The insomnia is continuing to bother me just about like it has been for several months now. I’m still having constipation problems, too. I’ve been on the Miralax continually now, but when I had to stop taking the Zelnorm, it began to gradually give me trouble again. I’ve been using the glycerin suppositories regularly now for the last week, but the problem isn’t resolved yet. I’m already on a Metamucil capsule every day, besides the Miralax, so I hate to add any more oral medicine for it, for fear it will suddenly work too well. The only other Parkinson’s thing that is going on with me right now is a very stiff neck. I have had like a crick in my neck now for several days, from a very tight muscle, that I just don’t seem to be able to stretch out or limber up. I’ll just have to keep exercising it, and hope for the best.
We had an absolutely glorious drizzly rain all day long yesterday, and I thank God for that. We need about a week of that kind of rain to make a dent in our drought situation, but it’s better than nothing. Our grass finally looks like grass again.
They are supposed to come finish the garage tomorrow, but it looks like it might be raining. That’s OK. We need the rain worse than we need the garage to be finished. We need to put another coat of water sealer down on the garage floor, anyway, before we start putting stuff in it.
Once we can use the garage for storage, we’ll start bringing the furniture that our DD does not want to keep from their house down here. Also, we have stuff in our basement that we can’t get to because it’s in such a mess. Once we have a place to store it elsewhere, we can start emptying the basement of things and get the good stuff out of our way temporarily. Then we’re going to have to make several trips to the dump!! We used to have a landfill dump here in our town, but it was moved to the other side of the county a long time ago.
That wouldn’t have been so bad, but our town garbage collection rules call for household garbage only. They won’t pick up anything that won’t fit in a garbage bag. So, over the years, as things broke, like the washing machine, it just got stuck in the basement. Now we can hardly move down there. Oh, and the nearest Thrift Store won’t pick up the appliances, either. There are certain disadvantages to living out in the boonies, that’s for sure.
DH won’t let me go down in the basement, as he’s afraid I will trip over something or lose my balance trying to walk around all the stuff. I really do think he’s being over protective, but I’ve done as he asked, and stayed out of it. I’m itching to get it cleaned out, though, and it bothers me that I can’t just go down there and work on it if I want to. As it is, I’m stuck with his idea of when it will get done, and his timetable is a lot slower than mine LOL!! C’est la vie. That’s what being married is all about – the give and take of blending two different people’s habits and problem solving techniques together. I just need to work on my patience a little more, that’s all.