Okay, it’s only funny if I tell it, right?
Here’s to the last, nearly, 24 hours. I think I might have made Dante turn over in his grave while writing the description of an 8th circle of hell.
Anyway, went to visit Dad at the nursing home. It is cold here; I mean cold. Warmer then, but still cold. As I sat with him and played some chess, I sneezed a few times.
When I got home around 11:45pm, I was still sneezing and my nose was running a bit. I went in planning to wash the dishes and clean up from the baked spaghetti meal I made for a dinner that previous Saturday. At that dinner, when all was done, I was almost the last one to leave. I went down their steps and thought I was on the last one when it was second to last. As I fell, things slowed down, I managed to push forward making it more of a slide and, though it shook my spine top to bottom and hurt shoulder and hip, I didn’t bruise and didn’t end up at the chiro. I just was very sore.
Still sore last night, I still wanted to do the dishes. I went to put the leftover spaghetti into the trash (I am vegan, remember?), saw that it was full, and looked at the garbage disposal. “It will be alright,” my stroke-induced brain told me as I shoveled it into the grinder. About 1 minute later, the drain began backing up and I worked hard at fixing that, with no good result.
So, at 12:10am, I took off into the night to Walmart. There I managed to find about $28 in stuff for the kitchen I would “need” including some Drain Cleaner (80 oz) and a plastic strip to shove down the drain and loosen it.
Arriving home, I tried the strip first. Nothing. Then I poured in 1/2 the bottle (instructions for heavy clog) slowly through the sink full of greasy muck and set the timer for 30 minutes while I checked on the computer. The timer went off and I went back in to check the sink – nothing, except now a heavy acid smell to the air.
I followed the directions and poured in the rest of the bottle and waited another 30 minutes – still nothing.
Now, angry and frustrated, I realized that I would not only have to find a plumber on Wednesday or Thursday to fix the drain so I could get to my conference on Friday, but I would not be able to take Mom to dialysis to see Dad. We also would eat breakfast and visit at Cracker Barrel and she would shop a bit somewhere.
I headed to bed, realizing that the heavy smell of acid cleaner was in the air and I could not do away with it until, at least, tomorrow. I got in bed and realized the sneezing had now developed into a nasty sinus stoppage with some chills added. At this point, having stretched myself too thin over the past week, I said a prayer to God about the illness, the plumber, and the conference (it was a learning conference for fun out-of-state, kinda vacation), then went to sleep a very short fitful sleep.
Mom woke me at 8:45am to tell me it had snowed and we wouldn’t be going to Dad’s dialysis. Secretly relieved, I told her about the night. She gave me her plumber’s number which I called and left a message on the phone. She told me not to go see Dad at all and I agreed (can’t have him getting sick, too). I decided to call a good friend who does odd jobs and have him fix the drain. I decided whoever I actually talked to first got the job. He got on the phone and said he could be over in a short while. When I hung up and tried to rest, the other plumber called. I took care of that situation, letting him know I would keep his number for another time.
I decided to just get up and eat. Sugar was 85, the lowest it has been in a bit. I had to maneuver everything around the kitchen drains and the smell to fix breakfast and take my meds. After a bit, I noticed my nose and head were much better and I felt it might just be an allergy attack from something recent.
Friend came around 11 and took about 1 1/2 – 2 hours. I paid him and then decided to wash the dishes…it is 5:29pm now and they have not been washed yet and my sneezing is back in spades!
So, at present, if the sneezing doesn’t get worse, I will go to the conference (weather willing). I plan on visiting Dad tomorrow night, and I will do the dishes after posting this.
So, there, Dante…get writing!