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( Questions of Days )
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I guess the contractor's truck is fixed because he showed up yesterday with a trailer full of gravel and heaped it three-feet deep on my tiny postage stamp of a front yard. Then today they came back with buckets and shovels and carried every last pebble into the basement. I'm kinda afraid to go look.
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Bathroom score has gone up to 3, I managed to get another drain moving and I fixed the toilet.
I swear, old guys who do youtube channels on how to fix things are my absolute saviours.
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I had to get a tooth pulled on the weekend. My mouth is too small and crowded and one had managed to work it's way loose and my dentist finally convinced me that if I didn't let her pull it I was going to inhale it in my sleep or something. I have a very high pain tolerance and I'm not normally squeamish but I haaaaaaaaaaaate anything to do with my teeth. To the point where she gives me Valium before she even starts looking at me because I'm sitting so rigid in the chair.
So that sucked. It didn't hurt at all, and it's already almost healed, but still. Ugh, ugh, ugh, why does it have to be my teeth.
Now next weekend, on the other hand, is my long overdue eye exam. That one will be a breeze. Then I think I'm caught up for a while.
Fixing the Old Man, fixing the house, fixing the meatsuit. In approximately that order.
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You know how I'm always bitching about the local transit? This week it was so bad I walked back and forth to three different transit stops and each one had different and conflicting instructions on where to actually catch the bloody streetcar. It got to the point where I was just laughing because it was so ridiculous.
This fucking city.
Additional comedic moments were caused by stepping in another pothole, exactly the same way I did last summer when I busted a rib. I guess all those exercises I'm doing to improve my balance are helping because I managed not to fall this time. Just kinda... flailed down the sidewalk for a while.
I swear that if I'm going to have to start using a cane I'm holding out for a big-ass evil-wizard style walking stick. With spikes on it.
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I guess the contractor's truck is fixed because he showed up yesterday with a trailer full of gravel and heaped it three-feet deep on my tiny postage stamp of a front yard. Then today they came back with buckets and shovels and carried every last pebble into the basement. I'm kinda afraid to go look.
***
Bathroom score has gone up to 3, I managed to get another drain moving and I fixed the toilet.
I swear, old guys who do youtube channels on how to fix things are my absolute saviours.
***
I had to get a tooth pulled on the weekend. My mouth is too small and crowded and one had managed to work it's way loose and my dentist finally convinced me that if I didn't let her pull it I was going to inhale it in my sleep or something. I have a very high pain tolerance and I'm not normally squeamish but I haaaaaaaaaaaate anything to do with my teeth. To the point where she gives me Valium before she even starts looking at me because I'm sitting so rigid in the chair.
So that sucked. It didn't hurt at all, and it's already almost healed, but still. Ugh, ugh, ugh, why does it have to be my teeth.
Now next weekend, on the other hand, is my long overdue eye exam. That one will be a breeze. Then I think I'm caught up for a while.
Fixing the Old Man, fixing the house, fixing the meatsuit. In approximately that order.
***
You know how I'm always bitching about the local transit? This week it was so bad I walked back and forth to three different transit stops and each one had different and conflicting instructions on where to actually catch the bloody streetcar. It got to the point where I was just laughing because it was so ridiculous.
This fucking city.
Additional comedic moments were caused by stepping in another pothole, exactly the same way I did last summer when I busted a rib. I guess all those exercises I'm doing to improve my balance are helping because I managed not to fall this time. Just kinda... flailed down the sidewalk for a while.
I swear that if I'm going to have to start using a cane I'm holding out for a big-ass evil-wizard style walking stick. With spikes on it.