2020 May 04 Monday

In Liberty Hill, Texas

Welcome to our daily journal. Share it with your friends.We had another interesting predawn skyscapeUp ten degrees already.Five more by noon.Three more by one o’clock.This is the predicted high. Will it stop here?Nope.Ah, a cooling trend?Hmm, we’ve been stuck on 91° for couple hours now…Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn’t go.
Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn’t go, up on the roof top, quick, quick, quick. Applying rubber roofing. Hope it sticks!A few days back, I stretched a section of tarp on top of the truck topper. Today, early (before dawn), I screwed on strips of wood to hold it in place.Later I went up and began applying a rubber roofing coating.May fourth has a special meaning for me. Eleven years ago today, I came very close to death. First some background.It was Sunday May third, Ella and I had were in our second year of living full-time in our fifth-wheel trailer. We had purchased a seasonal site at Cutty’s Des Moines Campground. Ella was working part-time at the campground clubhouse.Over the weekend, we had purchased a small tent type screen room and I was struggling to set it up. I was finding it vary exhausting to work with my arms over my head. I finished with the tent and sat down to relax and catch my breath.I felt strange. Not in pain, but just not quite right. Since Ella was at work, I went to the clubhouse and told her that I didn’t want to be alone because I was feeling odd. I lay on a couch and waited for her to get off work. By that time, I was feeling better.In the evening I began to have discomfort in my arms. The inside of my elbows ached like I had been doing curls with weights. I went to bed and tried to sleep. However, my arms became more and more painful. I also started to have shortness of breath and cold sweats. I had heard the term before but never really understood what cold sweats really meant until then.I had a smart phone and did a search for my symptoms. I found I had three symptoms of a heart attack. It was around one in the morning of May fourth when I woke Ella and said, “I think we need to go to the emergency room.” We loaded into our pickup and I started driving toward Broadlawns hospital. We got as far as the exit gate from the campground before I told Ella, “You better drive.” In retrospect, it would have begin much smarter to call for an ambulance.When we arrived at the hospital, we waited our turn at the reception desk. When I told them that I thought I was having a heart attack, they rushed me to an examination room, where I was quickly hooked to an EKG machine. The nurse/technician said, “You are not having a heart attack right now, but we’re going to do a blood gas check to see what has happened.It was as they were beginning to draw blood that the full-on heart attack hit. I was reattached to the EKG. The attendant said, “You are having a major event.” Even though I was in extreme pain, that struck me funny, “a major event.”“You better call Lee,” I told Ella. Lee was our pastor, my boss, and friend.”We are sending you to Mercy,” I was told as I was loaded into an ambulance. I remember the ride in the ambulance and I remember being unloaded at the hospital. The next thing I knew was when I woke with a stent in my right coronary artery.I had a one hundred percent blockage of the RCA which provides blood to the right side of the heart, which pumps blood to the lungs. The rest of the right coronary artery and its main branch, the posterior descending artery, together with the branches of the circumflex artery, run across the surface of the heart’s underside, supplying the bottom portion of the left ventricle and back of the septum.* Without blood to the heart it would have begun to die and stopped sending blood to the lungs.*https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/articles/17063-coronary-arteriesAfter this picture was taken, I finished coating the roofHowever, as I was starting to coat the overhangs. I was standing on a step-stool between the truck and trailer … until suddenly I wasn’t on the stool anymore. It went south and down and I went north and down.Coming down with an open gallon can in one hand and a paint brush in the other. I fell against the trailer and then onto the edge of a propane bottle.Amazingly, I managed to not spill anything from the gallon bucket. But I did hit the truck with the paintbrush. It looks like bird … uh … droppings. Yeah that’s it droppings. After sitting for a spell, I went out and wiped it off before it could completely cureOh yes, it was time for this chore again also. Actually since were are staying put, we are hooked to the sewer line all the time. So it is just a matter of opening and closing the valves. Not much of a chore at all.I did finish coating the overhanging edges of the topper roof. No long term affects from my fall. There is a scratch on my side from the LP bottle and my left wrist aches. I was holding the gallon can in my left hand, so I think the wrist must have twisted as I fell and attempted to not spill the can’s contents..Ella and I spent a few afternoon/evening hours outside under the awning. It was so peaceful and except for bird calls, the hum of the neighbors a/c and the occasional vehicle out on the highway, it was quiet. Even with temperatures in low Nintendo’s and high eighties, it was really nice just sitting there.Thanks again for stopping by. See y’all again tomorrow. Stay safe. We love you.

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