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Non-Restful Days...
Jun. 7th, 2006 09:00 pmDid I ever tell you about that time the roofers kinda started the house on fire? I didn't? Well then, let's start at the beginning:
OK, so, we come back from Wiscon a week ago. I take the rest of the week off from my temp job, assuming that I'd get sick after the convention. I often get sick after conventions, and nearly everyone else who went to Wiscon started reporting a post-con crud of epic proportions. Days passed, no crud. I almost started gloating, "nyaa, nyaa, I didn't catch it, and my flights weren't canceled either, neener, neener!" Then Sunday I woke up feeling a little sick-ish, I took some cold medicine and slept late. When I got up, I felt fine, convinced I'd dodged the con-crud bullet. I went back to work on Monday and felt tine. My only problem is a lingering tightness in my chest, caused by my allergy to the rats. Tuesday however, I felt like crap, though early on, it mostly felt like allergies. My nose was running like a faucet, and by lunchtime, I knew- it was con-crud. I went home, surprising Luke by showing up in the middle of the day.
It would have been lovely to take some cold medicine and sleep, but I couldn't do that. It's construction season on our block, a new roof across the street, and a major overhaul two doors down. Power saws, nail guns, crashing and banging all day long from 8am till dark, seven days a week. To add to the fun, we were getting part of our roof redone on Tuesday. Jackhammers, blowtorches, pounding and stomping that rattled the whole house. No rest for me. I still took some cold medicine, and then I just sat in front of the computer and surfed all day like a zombie. Luke went to class. About 8:30, I'm watching one of the guys working on the roof of the house two doors down. He pointed at our house and hollered "hey, ya got some smoke there, bro!" Alarmed, I went into the bathroom and sure enough, it was full of smoke. How nice. I opened the bathroom window, closed to keep out the noise, said to the guys working on the roof "so what's the problem?" He says "oh nothing, we got it, nothing's burning now." I'm like, "dude, the house is filling with smoke, should I be calling 911 about now?" He says, "oh no, it's out, really, I swear." I'm not completely convinced, but the smoke started clearing when I put both fans in the bathroom, blowing out full blast. The smoke was coming from the bathroom closet, and mostly stayed out of the office and bedroom. Still, the bathroom smelled like a damn campfire, and I was pissed at the guys nonchalance about it. I was envisioning putting the rats in the travel cage and taking them outside, gathering whatever else I could before the house burned down completely. Luckily though, the guy was right, and whatever had been burning was now out. While the guys packed up and left, I went next door and chatted with Vonda for a bit as the smoke cleared. Luke came home, and I took a bath in the campfire room, and went to bed. Soon as I laid down, I had serious trouble breathing, so the asthma pills came out. They work well, but make you wired. No rest for me.
I woke up this morning, still feeling crappy, and I decided- fuck it, I'm calling in sick. So I did. I slept till noon, surfed LJ and then did laundry. A much better day.
OK, so, we come back from Wiscon a week ago. I take the rest of the week off from my temp job, assuming that I'd get sick after the convention. I often get sick after conventions, and nearly everyone else who went to Wiscon started reporting a post-con crud of epic proportions. Days passed, no crud. I almost started gloating, "nyaa, nyaa, I didn't catch it, and my flights weren't canceled either, neener, neener!" Then Sunday I woke up feeling a little sick-ish, I took some cold medicine and slept late. When I got up, I felt fine, convinced I'd dodged the con-crud bullet. I went back to work on Monday and felt tine. My only problem is a lingering tightness in my chest, caused by my allergy to the rats. Tuesday however, I felt like crap, though early on, it mostly felt like allergies. My nose was running like a faucet, and by lunchtime, I knew- it was con-crud. I went home, surprising Luke by showing up in the middle of the day.
It would have been lovely to take some cold medicine and sleep, but I couldn't do that. It's construction season on our block, a new roof across the street, and a major overhaul two doors down. Power saws, nail guns, crashing and banging all day long from 8am till dark, seven days a week. To add to the fun, we were getting part of our roof redone on Tuesday. Jackhammers, blowtorches, pounding and stomping that rattled the whole house. No rest for me. I still took some cold medicine, and then I just sat in front of the computer and surfed all day like a zombie. Luke went to class. About 8:30, I'm watching one of the guys working on the roof of the house two doors down. He pointed at our house and hollered "hey, ya got some smoke there, bro!" Alarmed, I went into the bathroom and sure enough, it was full of smoke. How nice. I opened the bathroom window, closed to keep out the noise, said to the guys working on the roof "so what's the problem?" He says "oh nothing, we got it, nothing's burning now." I'm like, "dude, the house is filling with smoke, should I be calling 911 about now?" He says, "oh no, it's out, really, I swear." I'm not completely convinced, but the smoke started clearing when I put both fans in the bathroom, blowing out full blast. The smoke was coming from the bathroom closet, and mostly stayed out of the office and bedroom. Still, the bathroom smelled like a damn campfire, and I was pissed at the guys nonchalance about it. I was envisioning putting the rats in the travel cage and taking them outside, gathering whatever else I could before the house burned down completely. Luckily though, the guy was right, and whatever had been burning was now out. While the guys packed up and left, I went next door and chatted with Vonda for a bit as the smoke cleared. Luke came home, and I took a bath in the campfire room, and went to bed. Soon as I laid down, I had serious trouble breathing, so the asthma pills came out. They work well, but make you wired. No rest for me.
I woke up this morning, still feeling crappy, and I decided- fuck it, I'm calling in sick. So I did. I slept till noon, surfed LJ and then did laundry. A much better day.
