Day 55: nothing is ever easy for Cerebus
Sep. 24th, 2010 04:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
truepennyAgain last night, taking the Requip seemed to make my RLS go off like a car alarm. I called the doctor's office this morning; the consensus is that I need to bear with it a little longer, so this weekend may be somewhat unpleasant on the meat-puppet front.
Also today, the plumber came. He will be giving us estimates on replacing the bathtub faucet and (FINALLY*) ripping out the superfluous sink in the dressing room. He also very kindly took a look at the furnace's leaky check-valve (since it's distinctly what one might call a water-based problem), but he said he only knows enough about steam heat to get himself in trouble. So I called the furnace people, who sent the repair guy WITHIN THE HOUR. The valve is cracked; the nearest replacement part is in Chicago; furnace repair guy will return, with part, Monday afternoon. We will hope there isn't a dramatic cold snap this weekend while we have house guests. (O house guests, if you are thin-blooded, you may want to bring an extra blanket or something.)
Furthermore, I scheduled my annual gynecological exam (yee-ha), the First Ninja's date with the vet techs now that she's finished her course of antibiotics (once again,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mirrorthaw is a Hero of the Revolution), and check-ups for Catzilla and the Elder Saucepan. (The cats are scheduled for early October; I can't get in until January.)
Then, oddly enough, I took a nap.
From which I awoke to the realization that something in this room smells like a mummy crept in and disintegrated under the bed while I was asleep. Musty and sweetish and unpleasant, and I feel uneasily like there's a John Bellairs novel gearing up around me. So if tomorrow there's nothing left of me but a cracked pair of spectacles, you'll know what happened.
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ETA that "FINALLY" is for slowness on our end, not his.
Also today, the plumber came. He will be giving us estimates on replacing the bathtub faucet and (FINALLY*) ripping out the superfluous sink in the dressing room. He also very kindly took a look at the furnace's leaky check-valve (since it's distinctly what one might call a water-based problem), but he said he only knows enough about steam heat to get himself in trouble. So I called the furnace people, who sent the repair guy WITHIN THE HOUR. The valve is cracked; the nearest replacement part is in Chicago; furnace repair guy will return, with part, Monday afternoon. We will hope there isn't a dramatic cold snap this weekend while we have house guests. (O house guests, if you are thin-blooded, you may want to bring an extra blanket or something.)
Furthermore, I scheduled my annual gynecological exam (yee-ha), the First Ninja's date with the vet techs now that she's finished her course of antibiotics (once again,
mirrorthaw is a Hero of the Revolution), and check-ups for Catzilla and the Elder Saucepan. (The cats are scheduled for early October; I can't get in until January.)Then, oddly enough, I took a nap.
From which I awoke to the realization that something in this room smells like a mummy crept in and disintegrated under the bed while I was asleep. Musty and sweetish and unpleasant, and I feel uneasily like there's a John Bellairs novel gearing up around me. So if tomorrow there's nothing left of me but a cracked pair of spectacles, you'll know what happened.
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ETA that "FINALLY" is for slowness on our end, not his.
