Dishwasher!

[azurelunatic]

Figment took me out to run some mutual errands (me bleeding, him dealing with paperwork and theoretically getting a haircut, though he's as shaggy as ever at the moment) and we came back to my place to the quasi-alarming sight of my front door open!

It turned out to be the too-young-to-be-a-leftover-hippy maintenance guy and a plumber working on the dishwasher. The problem had been a kink in the hot water hose, a problem that was soon fixed. My dishwasher runs now! I am happy!

As I told Figment, though, "Does this mean I'm going to have to start cooking again?"

Blinds are up (crooked). Dishwasher runs. Cabinets will be installed as soon as they arrive, in theory. Now all I really need fixed is the peephole on the front door, which affords me a nice view of a blurry paint-splotched patch of light and/or dark outside. I can live with the shower being odd.

Comments

[tygerr.livejournal.com]

Um. Bleeding? BLEEDING? And you gloss over it like that?

Your errand *better* have been for tampons.

Because if you were engaged in any OTHER sort of bleeding, at a level of copiousness requiring "errands" to deal with it, and you failed to give us adequate detail to know how worried to be, I'll...I'll...uh...describe myself looking at you crossly. (Somehow that doesn't come across as a terribly indimidating threat, does it?)

[azurelunatic]

Actually, the errand was plasma donation. So it was a level of copiousness both caused and solved by the errand, with a minimal worry-level attached.

[tygerr.livejournal.com]

Ah. Well, that's okay then. And more than okay.

(I knew you were a donor, really I did. I just spaced for a moment there.)

[azurelunatic]

It's got both a helping-others and a self-injury aspect to it, though. On the one hand, I help others and get a nice cash bonus for my troubles. On the other hand, I go and I have a medical person punch a delicate hole in my vein, and I drip lifeblood into a container and parts of it are taken away from me, and yet I feel better for an experience that ought to have been painful and was, kinda.