Shower Saga, Part 2
Yesterday afternoon I ran into my cousin Lizzy afer work. We spoke about Portland and about granny's unusable shower. She apparently has had the same problem up there that Jamers and I had. She then offered for us to use her shower as she was going to be at her boyfriend's last night. W00ty woo! I was soooo happy to be able to shower in a shower where we could actually get clean.
Later in the evening, after dinner, after 2 loads of laundry, the time of 8:30 rolls around. Time to go take our shower I say. We grab our pj garb, go up to granny's and take our bathing stuff downstairs to Lizzy's.
The first snafu was the shower rod falling off the wall when I went ahead and tried to pull the curtain closed. That should've been a sign that all was not going to go well. I put it back up and get the curtain all squared away. I notice in the bottom of the shower, the metal drain thingy that prevents crap from going down the drain is just sitting there, face up. The face up has all these pokey metal pieces which, when the thingy is in the tub, go into the drain and grab on to prevent it from popping out.
I stick the thingy back in the drain and turn on the shower. Ahhhh warm water that flows at a normal rate! Jamers jumps in and we quickly discover the drain is clogged up. I flick around with the drain stopper and nothing seems to work. I pull the metal drain thingy back out of the drain and put it to the side while I try to pull out clogged hair. I fail at pulling out the clogged hair and tell Jamers we must shower quickly.
I lather up my hair and James gets his wet. As we switch places so that I can rinse the shampoo out of my hair, I step on something pokey. Something that is now embedded in my right foot, far embedded in my foot. I scream oooochies! and promptly start crying. I pull the metal drain thingy out of my foot. Jamers slowly backs out of the shower and says he'll take one at the gym on the way to work in the morning.
At this point I begin balling and finish my shower, all the while my foot is oozing blood into the water and I'm in pain. I get out of the shower and Mr. Man goes ahead and finds some Hydro Perxo to put on my foot. I then hooble my way out of granny's and back to our house where more Hyrdo Perxo is dumped on my footlins and a bandaid is applied.
My foot pains grow steadily worse and I'm forced to get off the foot and lie on my back in bed. That was my night in a nutshell. I think tonight I will wash my hair in the sink and then sponge wash the rest of myself. I wonder what will go wrong tonight.
Later in the evening, after dinner, after 2 loads of laundry, the time of 8:30 rolls around. Time to go take our shower I say. We grab our pj garb, go up to granny's and take our bathing stuff downstairs to Lizzy's.
The first snafu was the shower rod falling off the wall when I went ahead and tried to pull the curtain closed. That should've been a sign that all was not going to go well. I put it back up and get the curtain all squared away. I notice in the bottom of the shower, the metal drain thingy that prevents crap from going down the drain is just sitting there, face up. The face up has all these pokey metal pieces which, when the thingy is in the tub, go into the drain and grab on to prevent it from popping out.
I stick the thingy back in the drain and turn on the shower. Ahhhh warm water that flows at a normal rate! Jamers jumps in and we quickly discover the drain is clogged up. I flick around with the drain stopper and nothing seems to work. I pull the metal drain thingy back out of the drain and put it to the side while I try to pull out clogged hair. I fail at pulling out the clogged hair and tell Jamers we must shower quickly.
I lather up my hair and James gets his wet. As we switch places so that I can rinse the shampoo out of my hair, I step on something pokey. Something that is now embedded in my right foot, far embedded in my foot. I scream oooochies! and promptly start crying. I pull the metal drain thingy out of my foot. Jamers slowly backs out of the shower and says he'll take one at the gym on the way to work in the morning.
At this point I begin balling and finish my shower, all the while my foot is oozing blood into the water and I'm in pain. I get out of the shower and Mr. Man goes ahead and finds some Hydro Perxo to put on my foot. I then hooble my way out of granny's and back to our house where more Hyrdo Perxo is dumped on my footlins and a bandaid is applied.
My foot pains grow steadily worse and I'm forced to get off the foot and lie on my back in bed. That was my night in a nutshell. I think tonight I will wash my hair in the sink and then sponge wash the rest of myself. I wonder what will go wrong tonight.