I've got two.
The A.C. is installed in a back bedroom. That air is being circulated to the rest of the house. Trying to target to the living room, in the front of the house. Not long after it was installed, the temp in the LR went from 81 to 80. It's been staying at 80. 80 is where the dog starts getting bad. Not so bad now, because the air is slowly getting drier. This is the best thing, for my dog. And, after using it constantly, I could turn off the window fan I use on the table next to my couch-bed.
But the dog won't stay in the back room, since I stay in the LR. What a waste of energy. That room is all nice and cool, but my dog wants to be here. I gave him a (tiny) breakfast for the first time in several days. And a small dinner. Now that he is cooling down, hopefully, I can get back to given him his water at the strategic times, rather than whenever he is too hot, thus expanding his gut. So, maybe we can make it to the vet appt w/o first going to pet emergency room.
He did keep me up all night again.
This was a trying and exhausting task. I did find out, though, that it was easier for me to lift the AC than it was when I was moving here, (October). The move was probably the main thing that helped. I guess mowing, etc., as well. (But, as you might know, more exertion always = more CFS, i.e., more time being disabled and invisible, able to walk through walls like a ghost).
While cutting an insulation board, the scissors decided to generalise to my left index finger, creating a bad cut, but not bad enough for stitches. Lots of blood, but it stopped soon. I also hammered another finger on left hand. A few days ago, boiling liquid flew out of the pot and onto my left hand. Now there is a crimson burn. Burn!
I am being punished because I am sinister.
But the dog won't stay in the back room, since I stay in the LR. What a waste of energy. That room is all nice and cool, but my dog wants to be here. I gave him a (tiny) breakfast for the first time in several days. And a small dinner. Now that he is cooling down, hopefully, I can get back to given him his water at the strategic times, rather than whenever he is too hot, thus expanding his gut. So, maybe we can make it to the vet appt w/o first going to pet emergency room.
He did keep me up all night again.
This was a trying and exhausting task. I did find out, though, that it was easier for me to lift the AC than it was when I was moving here, (October). The move was probably the main thing that helped. I guess mowing, etc., as well. (But, as you might know, more exertion always = more CFS, i.e., more time being disabled and invisible, able to walk through walls like a ghost).
While cutting an insulation board, the scissors decided to generalise to my left index finger, creating a bad cut, but not bad enough for stitches. Lots of blood, but it stopped soon. I also hammered another finger on left hand. A few days ago, boiling liquid flew out of the pot and onto my left hand. Now there is a crimson burn. Burn!
I am being punished because I am sinister.
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