lookin' for a sign of life
Mar. 15th, 2024 02:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanWoke up with a scratchy throat this morning. Could be allergies, the cats have been all over me, and I've been going down to the basement on the regular to take pictures for the contractor. (It rained heavily yesterday, so I've been monitoring the waterproofing situation.)
Housemates positive showed up 48 hours after symptoms so I'll start testing tomorrow.
***
Yesterday fucking sucked, to put it bluntly.
I got a call from Old Man's brother on Sunday saying there was something wrong with his bed. He has a hospital bed with an inflatable mattress that regulates air pressure for people who are at risk of bed sores. It cost a couple of grand second-hand.
Two seconds after I hang up the residence manager calls me. There's a problem with the bed? No no, the bed's fine, but your step-father is delirious and not responding to questions so we are sending him to the hospital.
Well the hospital sent him home yesterday and I get a call from the PSW - the bed is not fine - she sent me a photo and it looks like somebody yanked one of the electrical cords out of the motor casing. Probably with a broom or a vaccuum. And fucking left it that way, did not call me, nothing. So his mattress is completely deflated. He has nowhere to sleep.
And my brain just went offline.
It probably lasted a minute but it felt like hours. I just could not think. Everything was snow. Static. Leetle birdies twittering in a circle around my bucket.
A form of panic attack? I guess?
Then I snapped out of it, formulated a plan, called about twenty equipment rental places until I found one that had a mattress in stock, arranged and paid for the rental, called my sister and arranged for her to drop off an inflatable camping mattress just to get him through the night, called the PSW to give her an update with times and called the residence to advise them of the delivery. Once I'm out of quarantine I'll bring the motor back here and see if I can open it up and re-attach the wires. I will take photos to show to the residence manager, because this Will Not Happen Again.
So like no harm done by the brain freeze but it freaked me the fuck out. And I guess today I'm dealing with the resulting adrenaline crash, because I've burst into tears twice already so far today. Over shit like... music videos and nonsense.
***
The good news is the waterproofing is holding. So that means the contractor can close up the walls and finish up.
Housemates positive showed up 48 hours after symptoms so I'll start testing tomorrow.
***
Yesterday fucking sucked, to put it bluntly.
I got a call from Old Man's brother on Sunday saying there was something wrong with his bed. He has a hospital bed with an inflatable mattress that regulates air pressure for people who are at risk of bed sores. It cost a couple of grand second-hand.
Two seconds after I hang up the residence manager calls me. There's a problem with the bed? No no, the bed's fine, but your step-father is delirious and not responding to questions so we are sending him to the hospital.
Well the hospital sent him home yesterday and I get a call from the PSW - the bed is not fine - she sent me a photo and it looks like somebody yanked one of the electrical cords out of the motor casing. Probably with a broom or a vaccuum. And fucking left it that way, did not call me, nothing. So his mattress is completely deflated. He has nowhere to sleep.
And my brain just went offline.
It probably lasted a minute but it felt like hours. I just could not think. Everything was snow. Static. Leetle birdies twittering in a circle around my bucket.
A form of panic attack? I guess?
Then I snapped out of it, formulated a plan, called about twenty equipment rental places until I found one that had a mattress in stock, arranged and paid for the rental, called my sister and arranged for her to drop off an inflatable camping mattress just to get him through the night, called the PSW to give her an update with times and called the residence to advise them of the delivery. Once I'm out of quarantine I'll bring the motor back here and see if I can open it up and re-attach the wires. I will take photos to show to the residence manager, because this Will Not Happen Again.
So like no harm done by the brain freeze but it freaked me the fuck out. And I guess today I'm dealing with the resulting adrenaline crash, because I've burst into tears twice already so far today. Over shit like... music videos and nonsense.
***
The good news is the waterproofing is holding. So that means the contractor can close up the walls and finish up.
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Date: 2024-03-16 05:30 am (UTC)