Written by patty on April 23rd, 2011
It’s a beloved Throwing Muses song from 20 bajillion years ago, and it’s what’s going on in my head right now.
What a bizarre two weeks since my face seized. As sensation and movement come back, I’d be lying if I said there were no strange side effects. Is it the prenisone? Shingles? After-effects from the anti-virals? I don’t know. A few days ago it was the pain, back again for a brief interlude. Today it’s the dizzies. I was fine, then the room went all Tilt-A-Wheel for 12 seconds. In its wake, I am a bit off. Dropped a mug unloading the dishwasher. Can’t get my head in the right position. A bit nauseated (but that may be the dark chocolate truffles and matzoh).
The plan is to go back to work on Monday. And by go back to work, I mean go into my home office with the doodles and close the door behind me. My face, speech and I are not quite ready for the real office yet. Thank goodness I can ably work from here for a while.
By any measure my recovery is lightning quick. Doctors talk in months with Bell’s Palsy, and at the two week mark I have probably 60%+ use of the right side of my face back. Drugs, vitamins, amino acids, fish oil, good food, REST, and my insistence on being an over-achiever are all contributing factors – I’m sure of it. I’m determined to make this but a memory.
There’s still so much to do with the remodel. We need a closet system (and srsly? A walk in closet? I think I died in an accident, ’cause this must be heaven). Lights for the bathroom. Hardware for the pocket door. But it all can wait. Sometimes getting kicked in the butt means putting allllll those things that seem so important aside for a while. It’ll all be there when the dizziness is nothing but a memory.
Written by patty on April 22nd, 2011
We’ve come a long way since destruction day.
The dogs are still curious, to say the least. But not quite as alarmed and disappointed as they were when the walls came down.
Hang a left at the doodle, and you’ll find a newly hung pocket door leading into the bathroom. Although the bath is fairly spacious for just the two of us, eliminating a swinging door meant less likelihood of a blood bath at the vanity as one of us brushes our teeth.
Yesterday’s additions to the shower include the glass detail and a bit of grout (ceiling and upper third of the stall). The limestone reminds me of the beach and the accent screams beached glass and wampum to me.
I think we’re going to like this room.
Written by patty on April 20th, 2011
some day, this will be a shower.
Written by patty on April 17th, 2011
(subtitled: CURTAINS, DAMMIT)
(the other one is in the wash) (curtain, not dog)
(needed to get these off the floor already)
(this is piglet. he came in the mail yesterday. actually, he came in the mail while i was in london, and then i came home, and found the signature required slip, and then i got ebola or whatever, and then i rescued piglet from the post office yesterday before he got shipped back from whence he came.) (thank you, 20×200!)
Written by patty on April 12th, 2011
I have the most amazing friends at work.
They sent me these flowers as I convalesce from… well… I don’t know what. The symptom is Bell’s Palsy. It’s impairing my ability to be on my computer (*sigh*) for long stretches. The eye patch on my right eye doesn’t exactly make it easy to see. I’m protecting the eye because it won’t close all the way.
And no, I am not keeping the bouquet in the sal-de-bain. But honestly, it looks rather nice there, doesn’t it?
As I take my antibiotics, antivirals, steroids, vitamins, probiotics and fish oil, and as I eat my new anti-inflammatory diet (good lord please tell me Ben & Jerry’s is anti-inflammatory!), and…. rest, I will likely be scarce ’round these parts.I know that’s hardly shocking… It’s not like I’ve been posting regularly over the long haul, is it?
These is tough times for a girl who loves nothing more than curling up with a good book (including her MacBook Air). But this, too, shall pass.
Written by patty on April 1st, 2011
When I got off the plane last night, I had pictures of the newly-papered bathroom walls waiting for me in my email. Some rather interesting texts with both my contractor and my husband ensued.
Contractor: “I’m glad u like it!” Hmm. Sounds like he doesn’t.
Husband: “That wallpaper vibrates when I look at it!” and “With all lights a-blazin’ it’s a pretty bold pattern.”
My response? “Eh, you’ll get used to it.”
Hey, we can always dim the lights.
I’ll post pictures when I get home next week.
Written by patty on March 31st, 2011
I’m off to London for a few days of fun and a few days of endless meetings. I’m hoping to come home to wallpaper and a glass shower enclosure in the new bathroom.
The paper will be Imperial Trellis in charcoal. I’ve had my eye on it for, like, ever. I’ll bet it will look better than the purple wallboard. And yes, as a matter of fact, I am keeping it real with the roll of TP and the Listerine atop the vanity. If you lived in a construction zone, you’d think this looks reasonable (just like me!).
The charcoal grout was a biiiiig bone of contention between me, my contractor and the tile guy. I’m glad I stuck to my guns. White grout doesn’t make me happy. It requires that nasty-smelling mildew killer to keep it clean. And don’t even get me started on the very long list of stinky cleaning supplies on the banned list at #49.
Paul calls this my 70s funk light. He can call it whatever he wants. It’s frickin’ beautiful, and it knows it. It tells me so in my dreams.
This bathroom is completely new; it used to be the other half of the room that’s currently my office. I think I’d be perfectly happy to convert all of the rooms in our house into bathrooms. No waiting.
Written by patty on March 29th, 2011
Some days, coming home to a day’s worth of renovations is a complete joy. What new treasure waits inside these doors? A newly hung light fixture. A beautiful faucet. Reflective glass tile. Newly stained floors.
Then there are days like yesterday.
This used to be our master bedroom.
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