No Water
Simple days can be very difficult sometimes, let alone days of mishap. I woke up to my bf telling me that we have no water. The pipes froze? I didn't care much. I'm guessing it was 9am. I probably went to bed about 3am. I just can't sleep at night. So I was just exhausted and in pain as per most mornings. I just wanted to block out the little bit of sun that filters through the curtains and go back to sleep. As much as they tried my bf and our landlord could not figure anything out over the phone and my bf had to leave for work. The landlord called again to say he was sending his 85 year old grandfather over to crawl under the house and put on a heater to warm the pipes. My head hurt and I didn't want to answer the phone, but making the ringing stop was necessary. The background on his phone sounded like a heavy machining factory. My head pounded further. I knew this would be an "interesting" day. This didn't sound like the best plan. I tried to get up but couldn't, my head hurt so much I knew I shouldn't move. The nausea started to settle in alongside the pounding. I decided to go back to sleep. Amidst my dreams I heard my dog starting to bark like crazy. I knew someone must be here but I just wanted my dog to stop barking. I couldn't move ... but I knew I had to. I got up and called outside to no one. His grandfather was already scoping out the underside of the house. He couldn't get under as there is chicken wire to keep out animals. To make a long story short he couldn't fix anything and we just had a nice chat. He is a sweet old man with a lovely british accent sporting an Australia hat.
This is when my day became hard. I was out of bed when I shouldn't of been. I crawled onto the couch with some cereal and took all my vitamins and pills. My head hurt so much and I felt so sick. Without warning I threw up. Luckily for me, I rarely throw up and when I do it's not much, quite often it's just gads of saliva and bile. I know too much TMI but that's how it goes. I also was forced to run to the bathroom. It was that time of the month and my stomach/bowels weren't liking me. Thank GOD the toilet started working again. This disease is so embarrassing and I can't believe I've just written all that but I wrote that I would start being honest about what happens to me, so I'm trying.
My landlord showed up and tried to fix what he could but it turns out he had run some pipes along the exterior wall by our porch and they are probably frozen in the wall. New filters and a connection to another outlet that helps send an electrical charge to warm up the system fixed the washer/dryer, shower and toilet. No water for the bathroom sink or kitchen sink. I can live with that for now. Hopefully the upcoming thaw over the next few days fixes it. I can only imagine having to deal with the noise and commotion of construction here. After being sick, and as the day wears on, I felt better. My landlord is nice so the afternoon wasn't too bad.
It was a sucky day but I was determined to try and make something of the day. My bf was on his way home, so I tried to make dinner. I rarely do this as it involves a lot of back and forth moving and standing. I had to sit on my stool for the end of it to make it but I was able to make some yummy soup; purple potato, buttercup squash, garlic, sauteed onion, cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, milk and brown cane sugar. I did it. I feel so stupid saying that. Ohhh, I made dinner. Lol. It's true though. YAY, me.
I am now sitting watching the second game of hockey for the night, happy that the leafs won and cheering on Van. I can't stop thinking of tomorrow in excitement and fear. I'm going to see a specialist in dysautonomia, of which POTS is a subset. This is the first specialist I've seen that specializes in my disorder. I had to fill out this long arduous 30 page report to help research my disorder that had so many questions I hadn't even thought of before. I wonder how it will go, what they may ask me, what they may try and make me do and most importantly what may come of it. I really hope this is my true new start. I also hope I don't get super sick from it. It is to be a 75 minute consultation. I feel I should make a list of questions to ask them but honestly I can't think of anything to ask, aside from "Can you help make me better?" and "How?" I've been waiting for this appointment for so long. I hope it can send me in the right direction. Guess I better sign off, figure out where I'm going, come up with a few questions as well as finish editing and send photos for a photography competition of a fire sculpture. Wish me luck in all aspects. I'm very nervous.
This is when my day became hard. I was out of bed when I shouldn't of been. I crawled onto the couch with some cereal and took all my vitamins and pills. My head hurt so much and I felt so sick. Without warning I threw up. Luckily for me, I rarely throw up and when I do it's not much, quite often it's just gads of saliva and bile. I know too much TMI but that's how it goes. I also was forced to run to the bathroom. It was that time of the month and my stomach/bowels weren't liking me. Thank GOD the toilet started working again. This disease is so embarrassing and I can't believe I've just written all that but I wrote that I would start being honest about what happens to me, so I'm trying.
My landlord showed up and tried to fix what he could but it turns out he had run some pipes along the exterior wall by our porch and they are probably frozen in the wall. New filters and a connection to another outlet that helps send an electrical charge to warm up the system fixed the washer/dryer, shower and toilet. No water for the bathroom sink or kitchen sink. I can live with that for now. Hopefully the upcoming thaw over the next few days fixes it. I can only imagine having to deal with the noise and commotion of construction here. After being sick, and as the day wears on, I felt better. My landlord is nice so the afternoon wasn't too bad.
It was a sucky day but I was determined to try and make something of the day. My bf was on his way home, so I tried to make dinner. I rarely do this as it involves a lot of back and forth moving and standing. I had to sit on my stool for the end of it to make it but I was able to make some yummy soup; purple potato, buttercup squash, garlic, sauteed onion, cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, milk and brown cane sugar. I did it. I feel so stupid saying that. Ohhh, I made dinner. Lol. It's true though. YAY, me.
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| Our dinner and I made it. |
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| One Image of the Fire Sculpture |
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