Today’s been a shitty day…literally.
I woke up early…three hours before the alarm to be exact. At first I was a little peeved because it’s my weekend off, after getting up at 4:15 am all week, I wanted to sleep in. Hubby had a doctor’s appointment (more on that later) and I was going to take him so I could also talk to the doctor about a couple of things as well. We see the same doctor, so it makes it easy! Well, 6 am came and my eyes popped open and there I was. All awake and not a lick of “sleeping-in” was to be seen. So I played around on my phone for a little bit, checking Facebook, Twitter, sending a few words in Words with Friends, played a bit of Candy Crush, you know the drill, until my bladder couldn’t hold out any longer and I HAD to get up out of my nice warm bed. Hubby was sleeping nicely, so I decided to throw a load of laundry in and take advantage of a little quiet time before he got up. So there I was, in the middle of my breathing treatment, when I hear hubby bounding down the hallway yelling “turn the washer off, turn the washer off, TURN THE WASHER OFF!!!”
Part of me wanted to look at him and say “I’m sorry, do I need to turn the washer OFF?”…however the look on his face made me think twice.
Apparently, the issues we’ve been having with our septic system were not resolved by the landlord having the tank pumped like he thought. Apparently, the whole system was clogged to high Heaven and back, because the water from the washer draining caused the toilet AND bathtub in to back up. And overflow. Onto the bathroom floor. And my pretty bathroom rug. And my gorgeous shower curtain I love. Not just any old water. Sewage water. Sew. Age. Use your imagination…and it was probably worse
So…my day was spent between shopvac-ing the poop water off the bathroom floor, cleaning the crap out of everything (literally), and waiting for the landlord to come to fix the plumbing. He finally got here and augured every drain in the apartment (including going onto the roof and snaking out the vent stack?). The toilet works like a charm and the drains run faster than Forrest Gump going for a touchdown. However. Now my washer is FUBARED. Apparently when I had to stop it in the middle of the spin cycle, it got a little pissed at me and now refuses to work. We think the drive belt came off or something like that. It makes all the appropriate noises (plus a really loud grinding one) but the tub goes nowhere. And now I have a washer full of wet clothes and six more loads waiting because of course with this being my weekend off, it was laundry day. Tomorrow morning it will be loaded up and transported to Mommy and Daddy’s house (thank God they only live 5 miles away!) so I can do all my laundry there.
Oh yeah, the doctor’s appointments. Poor hubby came down with the gunk I had, and he was not improving even after two rounds of antibiotics and other over the counter remedies. He started having some trouble breathing yesterday, being really short of breath and wheezy, so he called to get in to get looked at today. Our doctor took one listen to him and said “yep, lungs are full!” He got a lovely little steroid shot and another round of a stronger antibiotic plus some good cough medicine to help him clear his lungs up. Crazy thing is our doctor is sick with it too! She’s on her second round of antibiotics and still sounds and feels terrible! Seriously, whatever precautions you need to take to avoid getting this respiratory shit this year, DO IT! It’s bad bad juju!
While we were there I asked her about my recent asthma diagnosis and what we should plan on doing for it since I’m pretty much over the pneumonia/bronchitis/avian swine zombie flu. It wasn’t really what I wanted to hear, but she’s the doctor. She wants to just play it by ear and see how things go with just a rescue inhaler to keep on hand if I have symptoms of a flare up (wheezing, shortness of breath, excessive coughing). I have the nebulizer and enough medication for six breathing treatments if I need them, but she wants to see how “serious” my asthma is without having to be on a daily medication. She said if I find myself needing a breathing treatment more than twice a week or using the rescue inhaler more than twice a day to call her and we will then talk about what kind of daily maintenance drug (such as Advair or other inhaled anti-inflammatory/corticosteroid) we will use. I guess that’s good…one less medication to have to be on, but it also kind of worries me. I just wanted to know that she is taking it seriously. I mean, she’s my doctor, she takes my conditions seriously, but well, I don’t know what I mean. LOL
Well, I have a few more things I want to write about, but I think I’ll sign off for tonight and leave those for another post over the weekend. We're supposed to go down to hubby's friend's house tomorrow evening for a "make up" bonfire (they had one two weeks ago that I had to miss because I was so sick), and then Sunday we'll be going to church, I'll be donating blood at a local blood drive, and prepping for the week ahead! What's on deck for your weekend? Anything fun?
Now, though, it's time for some knitting and Doctor Who!!!