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Today started out much of the not goodness...

May 5th, 2006 (07:57 pm)
sick

current location: Home
current mood: sick
current song: Tony is watching basketball 0.0

I got up today to get ready for work. The mate blitzed on the time and woke me up 20 minutes AFTER I was supposed to be at work. I got out of bed, got dressed, went for the door and....

Felt the pull of being sucked into a cold wet blanket.

Yay fainting.

So when I woke up I was lying the opposite way I thought I should have been oriented on the bed and my body was completley numb. I couldnt' feel anything, couldn't speak, couldn't think... just lie there with a screaming loud shrill noise like when the television goes off air running rampant through my head until I completely regained consciousness.

Stop this ride, I wanna get off. Not good. At all.

I finally get my bearings and partial use of my limbs and figure out how to get to the door. Call for the other half. He comes into the room and asks what's wrong. I ask him to call my boss and tell her I won't be in today because I passed out.

He whines about not liking to use the phone and then can't find the numbers for the store. It's already nearly six in the morning and I'm freaking out on top of being only half coherent. He dials Christy's number after I find it right where I told him it was. She answers and I tell her I fainted and I won't be in.

She called me early afternoon and asked me if I was okay and if they needed to find someone to cover my shift.

I was still in bed until around 4 this afternoon. I slept. A lot.

When I got up I drank some water but it made me feel sick. My sister went to the store and bought me some Gatorade. I noticed when I got up that I had yellow lines under my fingernails. I'm dehydrated. Therefore the headache and the passing out. *sighs* Not to mention I am completely worn out tired for reasons I'm not going to discuss.

I just feel drug out. Hopefully after I get some electrolytes (or however they're spelled) into my system and make it so I can eat food and drink water without feeling ill again I will be alright.

I called and told Christy I wouldn't be coming in tomorrow either so I could take my time and rest when I needed to over the next couple of days and get some nutrients into my system. That's what I get for not eating regularly, not sleeping regularly and not drinking anything more than about 24 ounces of water in a week's time. *sighs* (Shut the fuck up, Tony. I don't wanna hear it.)

So I think I need to start paying attention to things a little more. I've been shoving everything else off to the side until I can get things settled with work and get into my new schedule and niche. Yes, part of everything is making sure the body has nutrients and I'm eating and drinking. *rolls eyes at self* I'm dumb sometimes. *sighs*

So now it's drinking things... lots of things... to get myself back to something resembling normal. And writing. Because I can do that without moving a lot.

On to other craptastic stuff... something in our bathroom has been leaking for a year. We have to replace the floor. Not a problem. I can do that this summer. Today I go into the bathroom and the toilet is leaking a pool onto the floor. Yay. Sick AND something in the house is blowing up. We found out it was leaking through the handle.

Gramma went to get the repair kit for the toilet. I so do NOT feel like doing it... but it needs done and I am the only one in the house who is capable of doing it. My mate is useless with his hands. (which is sometimes irritating but generally only when I'm sick and don't want to do it. *sighs*)

I need to get to feeling better first. Then I will be okay again. Then I can fix the toilet (which is really easy anyway) and I will have some writing done in the meantime. Yay writing! Squee!

Off to Word I go.

**EDIT**

So after I write this, my mate brings in the toilet repair kit and says "So do we have a sponge?"

"Sponge? What do you need a sponge for?"

"It says to sponge the tank out."

*exasperated* "Give me a minute and I'll go do it."

"No, I... I wanna be helpful."

*does not miss the irony* *chuckles* "You aren't going to be able to do it. You'll call me in five minutes, 'honey, how do I do this?'."

"Well maybe but you don't feel up to doing it and..."

*sighs* *gets up out of the chair* *goes into the bathroom to fix the toilet*

Long side of the story now shortened by text instead of dialogue... we attempt to fix it. I have him fixing the external water supply tube to the toilet while I am tinkering inside. All the while he's making girly squeeky noises over me getting my hands dirty in the tank.

"Oh for fuck's sake! It's RUST, not fecal matter!"

"Yea, but it's YOUR hands and it's bothering me." *pauses* *thinks* "I'm so the girl."

"Yea. I'm the man in this relationship. You just carry my dick for me."

So we're working along... no problem.

"How do I get this nut off of here?"

"You hold onto the valve while you turn it."

"I am holding onto it while I turn it."

"You're holding what when you turn it?"

"The nut."

"You're holding the nut and turning the nut?"

"Yes."

"Well that's why it's not coming undone. I said to hold the valve while you turn the nut."

Enter the five minute long conversation we have about what the goddamned valve is. I have to physically PUT HIS HAND on the valve and then put the wrench on the nut for him to hold one and loosen the other.

"Hey, honey?"

*fighting back urge to kill* "What now?"

"Um." *points to a water leak issuing forth from the base of the valve.

My father has brought me a valve. We have drained the water tank and I will now proceed to replace the valve, the external supply tube, the innards of the toilet and the handle.

All this on top of me having a headache and being dehydrated. Yay.

**EDIT AGAIN!**

Toilet is temp fixed until I can get the right valve that I need and the water saver parts that gramma didn't get last time. I am also going to get some caulk to fix the walls in the shower and once that's done and the floor has a chance to dry out, I am going to replace the bathroom floor... which we are going to have to take out the tub and my newly fixed toilet and replace the floor.

At least we have no leaks and a working toilet for tonight until I feel better.

Also talked to my dad about the renovations I had planned for my story. He said my timeline is right on and he seemed impressed that I had thought of all those things. I am much of the squeeness. As I told my mate. It's a good thing my daddy raised me to be a man. LOL

Comments

Posted by: Katharina Katt (QueenVamp) (katharinakatt)
Posted at: May 6th, 2006 07:14 am (UTC)
lol

And here I was just telling my hubby what a girl he is last night. LOL

I about died when you said "It's a good thing my daddy raised me to be a man." Yep, that about says it for me too.

Posted by: donnalee_kiss (donnalee_kiss)
Posted at: May 7th, 2006 02:27 am (UTC)
Re: lol

Oh man....my mommy raised me to take care of things myself. I don't think I've ever heard of a man not knowing how to deal with nuts and bolts. We're just those practical types I guess....

Posted by: Katharina Katt (QueenVamp) (katharinakatt)
Posted at: May 8th, 2006 04:59 am (UTC)
Re: lol

Or that a car takes power steering fluid... and where to put it in...and even WHAT power steering fluid is...

Posted by: sayonara_solita (sayonara_solita)
Posted at: May 8th, 2006 08:42 am (UTC)
Re: lol

He doesn't know anything about cars, either. It involves getting his hands dirty...

Posted by: Katharina Katt (QueenVamp) (katharinakatt)
Posted at: May 8th, 2006 10:48 am (UTC)
Re: lol

Oh..the 'girly hands' is a whole OTHER rant.

Posted by: donnalee_kiss (donnalee_kiss)
Posted at: May 8th, 2006 05:25 pm (UTC)
Re: lol

Well, the current b/f is not a car-guy, but thankfully is good with fixing things and electronics. So I let him slide on the car thing....and he does get things looked at when I tell him that something needs done.

Posted by: sayonara_solita (sayonara_solita)
Posted at: May 8th, 2006 08:43 am (UTC)
Re: lol

He can't. Poor thing. Good thing he's good in bed. *laughs*

Posted by: donnalee_kiss (donnalee_kiss)
Posted at: May 8th, 2006 05:26 pm (UTC)
Re: lol

LOL....Oh you've been holding out on me about that aspect of the relationship! Yeah, I kept one around for quite a bit due to him being a hottie sex machine.

Posted by: sayonara_solita (sayonara_solita)
Posted at: May 8th, 2006 08:41 am (UTC)
Re: lol

Amazing the way that works, isn't it? *laughs*

Posted by: six eight two seven (ph0rked)
Posted at: May 6th, 2006 06:47 pm (UTC)

eeeeek.

good luck with all of that.

I have stormtroopers standing by should you need to make an example out of anyone.

Posted by: Kei (seraphimnoir)
Posted at: May 7th, 2006 05:10 am (UTC)

So, if he carries your dick for you then he's the surrogate dick? Like a surrogate mom? Not fair, he gets all the pleasure! lol. I was once told that if you gave a woman a butter knife and a coffee cup, she could build a mansion. As a staunch protector of masculinity I raised an eyebrow but then smiled. 'tis true, some folks regardless was what does or does not dangle, are just friggin' helpless. Need keepers, and when the keeper is down, they are doomed.

Was lying on the bathroom floor puking my guts up one night and my partner at the time was surfing the web. He didn't even ask if I needed anything, just ignored it, whereas another time my kid (of the male persuasion) walks in, pulls my looooong hair back from my face and a fate worse than death, ties it gently, then takes up a cool cloth and lays it across my neck. "I know you want to be left alone." Says he, "But I am right out there." *points at kitchen table.* Then he left but left the door open so he could see me. Some folks get it, some folks don't.

I was more concerned about your episode and the fact that you hadn't been on top of your nutrient intake. I am much like you and forget to eat regularly so I have trained myself to ingest high power liguids such as 'ensure'; boost; powerade; gatorade; Red Bull etc. I also snag fruit and keep a bowl of pretzels or popcorn on hand (as well as some not so healthy sweets.) Then, when I do eat, it is less likely because I have bottomed out, and moreso because my belly is demanding sustenance. Hope you will be more cautious come future.

Posted by: sayonara_solita (sayonara_solita)
Posted at: May 8th, 2006 08:48 am (UTC)

If I have something here that I know I will eat, someone else in my house eats it. If I have something here that is quick and easy to make and eat, it is served to someone else. If I keep power drinks around here that I will drink, they are imbibed without me. Therefore- I just go hungry and do without because I get tired of stocking things I will use and eat to have everyone else in my house descend like locusts and eat it before I have a chance to. It's very frustrating. I don't mind when they ASK me so I know when my food is gone but they rarely ever ask me (my grandmother being the WORST of the group about it) and then when I go out to get myself some food, there is nothing I will eat. I will actually eat finger foods... quick things I can eat in small pieces while I am writing or RPing or drawing or painting or any of the countless other things I like to keep myself occupied with.

I plan on trying to keep things around, though, for me to keep hydrated with like gatorade. If I don't, I am going to wind up in the hospital with a very worried ladybiggs prodding at me for not eating/drinking/sleeping. She does that. *laughs*

Posted by: corvisnocturnum (corvisnocturnum)
Posted at: May 9th, 2006 05:05 am (UTC)

I had to laugh at the whole "I'm the man" thing. You know we're like that too. Corvis is so anal about getting dirty etc! LOL I'm always the one fixing the car or whatnot. It's sad really but funny. ;)

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