Mother-in-law Cottage

The gable for the back bedroom.
The gable for the back bedroom.

I’m struggling to keep up these days as a carpenter’s assistant. I’m not strong enough, quick enough, or smart enough. I feel like I might be retiring soon.

After three weeks of convoluted emails and phone calls I was hooked up to a 30 day cardiac event monitor on Saturday. I am to wear this beeper sized device with two electrodes for a month. We hope to see what is making me collapse on the tennis court. It can record irregular rhythms that it detects or that I detect and tell it to record.

The thing recorded an event in the wee hours of Sunday morning and woke me from a very vivid dream. I was in the process of doing the bird-of-paradise yoga pose in front of an audience. This was at the behest of a medical technician trying to make my heart do the funny thing it does. The heart monitor alarm went off just as my arms were bound behind my back and I was shifting my weight to my left foot and preparing to stand up. BEEP BEEP BEEP. But here’s the weird thing. I’m not sure if I was having a cardiac event or only dreaming I was having a cardiac event. It took several rounds of beeping for me to rouse myself from sleep. Eventually I discovered one of the wires had become disconnected. Did this trigger the alarm? Better go download the data.

Burt and I trudged to the house and I called the hotline. It was 1:30 AM. We downloaded the data. There was data so that means there might have been an event. The woman with the slight German accent reminded me if the monitor goes off from a monitor detected event the alarm will sound until I call them and download the data. If I trigger a recording manually no alarm will sound. So much for sleep.

Then Sunday came. I recorded an event manually. As evening drew I saw that the machine indicated two events for the day but I had only intentionally recorded one. I decided to download the data since the machine can only hold three recordings. Long story short, it was malfunctioning. The recorder would not download the data. A new machine is on it’s way. Yesterday I had another massive event (while playing tennis). Alas, it went unrecorded. I should have my new machine today.

All of this to say wearing a heart monitor is enough to make a person meltdown or have a cardiac event. All activities and clothing must take the device into account. My mind is filled with recurring thoughts. Thoughts that do not make for an easy demeanor. Is it working? was that a blip? Am I still attached? Is it going to jam? No wonder I want to retire.

On the positive side I am practicing fiddle and mandolin regularly.

Me doing what I can do.
Me doing what I can do.
Flatish roofs are fun to work on.
Flatish roofs are fun to work on.
Measure and cut.
Measure and cut.
The window and door out the back bedroom.
The window and door out the back bedroom.
Back bedroom and its tiny covered porch.
Back bedroom and its tiny covered porch.
Side view of front room and original construction.
Side view of front room and original construction.
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4 thoughts on “Mother-in-law Cottage”

  1. Gee Whiz! Heart events on the tennis court!? Maybe you need an E.M.T. in the tennis group. So much for technology………a malfunctioning gadget! Sheesh!

    Glad to see the sun in your remodel pix. Gloria said it is raining every day as in an expected monsoon. We had rain one evening that turned to snow and cleared out the smoke from Glacier N.P. [smoke blamed on fires in ID and WA, not the wee fires in Glacier itself.]

    Bonnie noticed the park rangers had a black addition to their badges as well as the flags at half staff for the 3 firefighters that died out west.

  2. Does Sarah look at your blog? Or maybe you email her pictures of the job for her, OR maybe she does Facebook?

  3. I’ve sent them blog links and I email every few days. I’m not sure if they are on Facebook. Bobbi, the building’s future occupant, has been following the blog. I wish she would comment. Rumor is she likes what she sees. She’ll be here in person in a few weeks.

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