Mom sent me a very short e-mail that said, "STOP CLEANING YOUR HOUSE. I'M NOT GOING TO COME VISIT YOU UNTIL MAYBE NEXT FALL." (The all-caps are hers, and I don't feel like changing it.) I haven't called yet to find out why she's not coming. I only wish she'd waited a little while to tell me she wasn't coming. I'd already started cleaning the house, and it would have been good if I'd continued just a little while longer! The good news is that the cobwebs are gone, and the living room windows are clean.
I finally made it to my doctor's appointment yesterday. I'm okay. Blood pressure is a little high. Just a wee bit. I'll start taking pills - something in a low dose - 1/2 a pill every other day. We'll see if this helps. Losing a little weight would help, too, I'm sure. I do plan to do that. I'm just a very accomplished procrastinator, so there's a long period between the planning and the execution.
Still no reason for the chronic fatigue. Doc said my thyroid is within normal range. He's sending me over to the Mental Health Clinic to talk to them about my meds. I'm on paroxetine (aka Paxil®) and maybe the dose needs to be changed. Or the drug, itself, needs to be changed. If I don't get some relief soon I'm going to apply for social security disability. If I'm not tired now, I certainly will be going through that, I'm sure.
The doc said my cholesterol was "perfect." I replied, "I'm going to go eat something fried!"
We had some dime-sized hail last night. Or maybe nickle-sized - I didn't actually measure. I think it was the largest hail I'd ever seen. I don't think it caused any damage other than knocking over one of my plants. The planter broke but I had another one just like it, so the plant (a rescued geranium) is doing well.