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azurelunatic) wrote2023-10-12 12:19 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2023-10-12 12:19 pm
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In accordance with the prophecy, the now 24+ hours of no drain access at home has coincided with my chemo recovery week.
Monday, not quite 8 am:
☎️🛎️ "BTW, plumbing starts tomorrow!" 🙃
Monday, late evening:
I book a hotel for Wednesday and Thursday nights, on the assumption that the sewer outage probably won't start until 3pm
Tuesday, not quite 8:
Small orange digger in our front yard
Tuesday, noonish:
We depart for my chemo
Tuesday, fiveish:
The 72 hour clock for my infused side effects meds begins
Tuesday, 10pm:
We depart the infusion center. I have epic dry eye and am fighting sleep badly enough to not track my audiobook super well.
Wednesday, 7:30 am:
☎️🛎️ "Sewer will be out at 10a, if that's OK! Then the inspector comes tomorrow morning!"
My beloved partner, half awake and stunned: "Fine..."
Me: "FUCK."
alexseanchai and I scramble to pack.
8:30:
We scram out the door with Belovedest, because the library has bathrooms.
Midmorning, I'm feeling up to driving. I call the hotel.
By 11:30, we're checking in.
(Steph, meanwhile, prepares to fuck off to River Thorn Cottage after their work call.)
Okay. 10 AM Wednesday means we should have sewer back by 10 AM Thursday, right?
Hôtelier: Just let us know ASAP if you won't need that second night!
4:30 or so: Belovedest gets a voicemail from the plumbers. The inspector will require an additional $500 of work/parts for a thing. Belovedest is unreachable due to a program.
5-ish: 24 elapsed of 72 hours of the side effects meds clock. I have been taking the breakthrough meds since midnight, but the few symptoms are not bad.
6pm: I return to the library to retrieve Belovedest.
6:15pm: nobody picks up at the plumbers'. No voicemail either.
Thursday morning, 10am.
No word from the plumbers.
Noon (standard checkout time): no word from plumbers.
And here we are.
Monday, not quite 8 am:
☎️🛎️ "BTW, plumbing starts tomorrow!" 🙃
Monday, late evening:
I book a hotel for Wednesday and Thursday nights, on the assumption that the sewer outage probably won't start until 3pm
Tuesday, not quite 8:
Small orange digger in our front yard
Tuesday, noonish:
We depart for my chemo
Tuesday, fiveish:
The 72 hour clock for my infused side effects meds begins
Tuesday, 10pm:
We depart the infusion center. I have epic dry eye and am fighting sleep badly enough to not track my audiobook super well.
Wednesday, 7:30 am:
☎️🛎️ "Sewer will be out at 10a, if that's OK! Then the inspector comes tomorrow morning!"
My beloved partner, half awake and stunned: "Fine..."
Me: "FUCK."
alexseanchai and I scramble to pack. 8:30:
We scram out the door with Belovedest, because the library has bathrooms.
Midmorning, I'm feeling up to driving. I call the hotel.
By 11:30, we're checking in.
(Steph, meanwhile, prepares to fuck off to River Thorn Cottage after their work call.)
Okay. 10 AM Wednesday means we should have sewer back by 10 AM Thursday, right?
Hôtelier: Just let us know ASAP if you won't need that second night!
4:30 or so: Belovedest gets a voicemail from the plumbers. The inspector will require an additional $500 of work/parts for a thing. Belovedest is unreachable due to a program.
5-ish: 24 elapsed of 72 hours of the side effects meds clock. I have been taking the breakthrough meds since midnight, but the few symptoms are not bad.
6pm: I return to the library to retrieve Belovedest.
6:15pm: nobody picks up at the plumbers'. No voicemail either.
Thursday morning, 10am.
No word from the plumbers.
Noon (standard checkout time): no word from plumbers.
And here we are.
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I hope they get it fixed quickly. What a pain!
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(Rhetorical, not an enquiry as to why you need plumbing.)
I'm so sorry this is happening.
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