NOT the actual Christmas. My Christmas was lovely. But HERE'S how to you manage to make the days following pretty awful:
FIRST, your water heater busts at about 2:30am the morning of Christmas Eve. This not only makes it so you have to travel elsewhere for showers on Christmas Eve, it makes it impossible to immediately buy a new hot water heater.
SECOND, you come down with the killer virus from outer space. You rack up a 101 degree fever, and a cough that robs you of your voice and ability to cough productively.
THIRD, when you go to Urgent Care, get a doctor who seems irritated by your existence the day after Christmas, and one who doesn't understand why you would wait for two hours just to complain that you can't breathe when you cough because your throat won't clear, and your fever is 101 degrees. She will tell you it's just a virus and basically to just stick it out. The one nice thing she will do is prescribe cough medicine with codeine. But she won't tell you it's codeine. You'll just have to look it up on the internet to find out that interesting tidbit.
So before going to Urgent Care yesterday, I hadn't slept for the past two nights, due to violent coughing and fever, and hadn't showered for two days, due to the hot water being broken. If you know me at ALL, you know I don't miss a day of showering, EVER! I had to go out in PUBLIC looking like a demented homeless person. Also I had to wait for two hours to see a doctor who kept me waiting so long after I was even admitted I nodded off, who had little to no compassion for the fact that I was as miserable as I had ever been in my life.
Sorry if this makes no sense. Codeine, you see.
BUT NOW! WE JUST FIXED THE HOT WATER! We had to get a new tank, and it was being installed all day, and then for some reason it took us several hours to figure out how to turn it on. I say we, but I don't mean myself at all. I was not involved. In my own personal mental state, I am worthless in this way.
BUT I JUST HAD A SHOWER! And it was so lovely. I scrubbed everywhere, and enjoyed all the steam that brought back my voice a bit so I could sing a little song about how happy I was about the shower. And I changed into nice clean pajamas, and now I think I'm going to take more codeine and sleep more. My plan today was to sleep until the water showed up. Laura called me at 6pm and was really confused.
That is all really. I just had to tell as many people as possible about my shower, and the events preceding it. Yay! Shower! Yay! Running hot and cold water!
Tomorrow...I plan to take...A BATH!
P.S. Margaret is on her way! Yay!!
Tiff I plan to be better by New Years. Promises promises, even if I have to sleep every minute until then, which I think I can do if I take enough codeine.