Today, I took scissors out with me to get the paper so I could cut down the CAUTION tape. I wiggled one of the stakes but it clearly wasn't going to come out for me. I'll ask someone else to pull them. It's wonderful walking directly out on the stoop and then down a nice solid stable ramp! And wonderful walking back up!
I'd called Marcos, the concrete guy, when I got up to tell him I'd be home about 3:30-4pm from my doctor's appointment, but she was way behind when I got there so I didn't get out until 3:45. It's usually a 40 minute or so drive, but this was Friday rush hour, so I called him and told him I would be back after 5pm. I actually got back at 4:45pm. I don't want them to think I'm trying to hold up the payment, but they're not answering my phone calls, anyway.
The nephrologist agreed that my BP is down and we're going to decrease the lisinopril to 30mg/day instead of 40 and if the BP goes up, I'll call her. The first time the machine took it, it was 92/29, which is clearly wrong, but the second time was 112/92, which is higher than at home, but fine. I asked her about the alkaline phosphatase and the relationship to the parathyroidism, and she said the numbers aren't that bad yet, and they can't do anything anyway that wouldn't otherwise hurt me. I so enjoy those kinds of talks.
So I'm home, doing the endless laundry, and still getting big grins when I think about my new stoop and ramp. Tonight, I need to work out an outfit for discussing Farthing at bookgroup tomorrow. Our fan/librarian leader addressed our reminder in Farthing Set language, so I'll have to try to appear such. I'm pretty sure I can manage a Corelle thermos full of strong Indian tea, but I'm not sure what we'll do about teacups. Or even styrofoam cups. Oh, and the people who take sugar and milk! We'll see.