Monday, July 7th, 2008
Wes had his blood drawn this morning, and I just called them. They said it was a little low, but not too bad. His hemoglobin was 11, and it should be between 13 and 18. The lady at the rehab place was certain, as we were, that it would be much lower than that. I am now thinking that it is the beta blocker making him feel so bad.
I called Lowe’s this morning to check on delivery, and was told it was set to be delivered on the 17th, and I LOST it. I told him to let me speak to a manager b/c I was tired of being told one thing and also tired of looking at the refrigerator sitting in the middle of my kitchen. The guy told me to hang on and I could hear him typing. He said I am putting it on the truck in the morning. I am not holding my breath to see if it comes tomorrow. Then, I called to see when the inspector was coming. Aaron said he hasn’t been there this morning, and I said no and I haven’t heard from him. I still haven’t heard from him, so who knows when he will decide to show up. The painter said he would let us know a few days in-advance as to when he is coming back. And, the man that was suppose to show up and patch the hole in the bathtub will be coming one day this week. This is getting old, and I am about to lose it. The bank man called this morning wanting to know what was going on. I told him that we still didn’t have an inspection, and I didn’t know when he was coming. He didn’t seem too happy about it, but neither am I.
Well, I guess that is all for now. Wes and Emma Grace are taking naps and I wish I was, but I have too much to do. Until later….. Bye…