Update-y things
De-lurking to tell you I'm still alive. Though this Monday, I wasn't sure of that...
I know I haven't been saying much lately but I've been trying to find time to log in to read my f-list even if not comment. Life's been... yeah.
Few weeks ago our kitchen ceiling started leaking. Now, when you live on the first (ground) floor of a seven story building, you know this is seriously not a good thing. And when the liquid is bright yellow? Let's just say I washed my hair three times. Oh, I didn't say how I noticed it was leaking? Yeah.
Sewer blockage two floors up and presto, three apartments in need of serious work. There's a hole where our kitchen sink used to be, and the walls, ceiling and floor around it have been stripped. No one tells us anything, no timetables hold... you know the drill. At least now that the dryer is gone we can actually use the kitchen. To, you know, get our microwave dinners out of the fridge and into the microwave. Gourmet life. Gotta love it.
We were actually kinda promised the work to cover it up could start this week. ...then today I found out they hadn't actually chosen the company to do the work until, well, today. Fun times.
And on top of that, of course, the reason why I wanted to die. The nastiest stomach bug I've ever had had me throwing up all night on Monday and then I developed a really high fever and damn, fever ache combined to not being able to keep my regular painkillers down? Ouch.
I'm better now. Am moving from baby food to porridge and actually staying up for longer than a few minutes at a time.
Now both of the boys have it. (Well, my brother has the fever and M has the stomach bit but they're both miserable enough. M managed to hang on as long as he could so that he could nurse me well first which was, wow, my hero, because now he's as badly off as I was on Monday.)
So... I'm going to re-lurk now and wait for my life to emerge from this weird kitchen-illness-work-hermiting-Dragon Age limbo. Take care, darlings.
I know I haven't been saying much lately but I've been trying to find time to log in to read my f-list even if not comment. Life's been... yeah.
Few weeks ago our kitchen ceiling started leaking. Now, when you live on the first (ground) floor of a seven story building, you know this is seriously not a good thing. And when the liquid is bright yellow? Let's just say I washed my hair three times. Oh, I didn't say how I noticed it was leaking? Yeah.
Sewer blockage two floors up and presto, three apartments in need of serious work. There's a hole where our kitchen sink used to be, and the walls, ceiling and floor around it have been stripped. No one tells us anything, no timetables hold... you know the drill. At least now that the dryer is gone we can actually use the kitchen. To, you know, get our microwave dinners out of the fridge and into the microwave. Gourmet life. Gotta love it.
We were actually kinda promised the work to cover it up could start this week. ...then today I found out they hadn't actually chosen the company to do the work until, well, today. Fun times.
And on top of that, of course, the reason why I wanted to die. The nastiest stomach bug I've ever had had me throwing up all night on Monday and then I developed a really high fever and damn, fever ache combined to not being able to keep my regular painkillers down? Ouch.
I'm better now. Am moving from baby food to porridge and actually staying up for longer than a few minutes at a time.
Now both of the boys have it. (Well, my brother has the fever and M has the stomach bit but they're both miserable enough. M managed to hang on as long as he could so that he could nurse me well first which was, wow, my hero, because now he's as badly off as I was on Monday.)
So... I'm going to re-lurk now and wait for my life to emerge from this weird kitchen-illness-work-hermiting-Dragon Age limbo. Take care, darlings.