Seriously folks, I know you all don’t want to read about negative things here, but life hasn’t been all pretty flowers and happy. It seems like setback after setback keeps really turning things for the worse.
Now, maybe you all have read my last blog about getting my teeth extracted, which wasn’t THAT bad. What followed in the week after that is when things went just bad to worse.
On Thursday, June 23, I woke up with a slight sore throat, and thought little of it. I went to school, took my final, came home, and started my summer break on a positive note. I had my follow up with my oral surgeon on June 24, and I went, he looked, and said everything was healing nicely and that he gave me a clean bill of health. The sore throat was unrelated to the tooth thing he said and that I was already on antibiotics so yeah…
Anyway, Saturday the 25 things got worse, I could barely swallow. Couldn’t really eat. Didn’t sleep well either.
Sunday, I got worse, with growing sinus issues, so we went to Minute Clinic to see if there was anything they could do to help.
In short, they couldn’t because I had just finished my Penicillin(which is an antibiotic prescribed to treat INFECTIONS), and the nurse practitioner said in short that there wasn’t anything that could be done at the moment and if it does not get better in a day or so to get to a doctor.
Monday was hellish, woke up feeling worse. I could not speak, I could not eat well, and just slept. Don’t remember much other than I was miserable.
Tuesday, I woke, feeling like someone was stabbing me in my left ear. It was throbbing, felt full of crap and was generally uncomfortable in addition to all the sinus issues I was having. So, as soon as I got up and managed to eat and take my meds, I got up enough voice to call in to the doctor to get an appointment, and thankfully I was able to get one.
Got in to the doctor, she diagnosed me with a ear infection, which was essentially causing me other problems. Well, back on antibiotics I go, 500MG of Azithromycin per day for 3 days, plus 20MG of Prednisone for help with allergic inflammation.
Well, thinking I was on the road to recovery, and David’s mother coming into town Wednesday, June 29 I started feeling a little better. So the day of David’s mothers arrival, I’m still feeling like crap. I started taking Robitussin®, which was helping me rest, so I was asleep all day. I managed Pierogi for dinner, and some veggies. David’s Mother is here and I’m sick and a terrible host.
With the hopes that I would feel better today, I took my Robitussin®, and went to sleep. I woke up several times with a bloody nose, and my throat irritated by it being dry. So, against my better judgement, I decided to not take any more meds, but I lost a lot of sleep.
So I woke up today, feeling like crap. I got up my usual time, forced an English muffin with my meds down, and went right back to bed. I woke up about 10am, and decided to shower, and stay home. David took his mother to the Navy Pier, and I was here alone. Trying to make the best of this, I heated up left over Pierogi from last night ate those, and was going to settle down to watch some anime.
Suddenly a knock on the door. It’s the landlord. Things went horribly downhill from here, heath issues aside.
The landlord demands I turn off my living room air conditioner because it’s damaging his property. According to Mr. landlord, it’s not draining properly, and it’s damaging his bricks and mortar, and he let it go a whole year last year, and now this new one is causing the same problems. It’s this window unit. In fact only two months old. We just bought it to replace the last one that was doing the exact same thing, because it was just cheaper to replace then repair.
So, after going back and forth with this man for about 10 minutes, knowing that David’s mother must sleep in this room, and it’s going to be 97 °F+ tomorrow, it came to me trying to get solutions, and eventually being in tears, and him saying there was no way to fix this. He was a total jerk about it and told me that I had to stop using this air conditioner immediately, and that I would have to buy a new one. _WTF_? O_O? So he was just giving us problems with no solutions, and he was NOT BEING HELPFUL at all. I asked him if there was anything we could do to fix this, and he said no, and that there could not be a temporary fix to this problem. He asked me several times several of the same questions, if the other AC’s in the apartment were on, and repeatedly I said yes. He also asked me several times if this was a new until, and each time I responded I said yes. I was really tired of being treated like an idiot. So, I was in tears. He left me like that offering me no consolation and help, just kept complaining about how much it may cost him to fix, and that I had to leave the Air conditioner off.
After he left, having this compiled on my already crappy situation, My stomach could no longer take it, and I threw up my lunch. So much for that speedy recovery, I guess.
So I called David several times, and I finally got him. I was already a sobbing mess, and told him he needed to come home and what was going on. I really felt bad for doing that. I felt bad that I had to call him and get him home because he was supposed to be spending time with his Mother, and NOT dealing with this bullshit. She’s only going to be here for so many days, and we have to deal with this bullshit? NOW? Why? How DARE this guy be so insensitive to this and my situation? Seriously, David hasn’t seen his mother in about 2 years. And I haven’t seen her in well over four. Of course I have to be sick and not be able to participate in most of it, but hey, why should that bother me? ><
As mercy have it, one of my long distance friends was online on Facebook as tears were streaming down my face and could console me for a while. Anyway, David gets home, David calls him(the landlord) back. After finally getting in touch with this guy, he gives David the same load of BS that he told me, and ended up saying that he was coming back here a bit before five. He got here, and was talking to David about the issue. Now, David’s Mother was quite livid, and I heard her yelling at him (I was in the bedroom the entire time, I didn’t want to talk to this man any more or I may be in jail and could not really make out what they were saying) and as entertaining as that was, I’m not not thrilled about having her to get angered by this when she is supposed to be here for a pleasure trip. Long story short, we still are in the same spot with this guy about the AC, but now there may be temp fix. We may be able to fix a tin baking pan or cookie sheet or plastic drainboard(as in for draining dishes on), to help the AC drain past the window sill. There was no official apology for upsetting me either.
See we have VERY OLD WINDOWS that are not even matching up with the measurements in the installation instructions. But he refuses to except this reality. Really, if there is a specific air conditioner he wants us to buy, then tell us and we will buy it -but that’s just it- he doesn’t. Trying to compare the 5+ year old units in the building to these newer models is about the same as comparing cars in a similar fashion. I hate to tell him though, they are not designed like the used to be, and they all have about the SAME configuration and design these days with them becoming more efficient and all.
Anyway, I am too exhausted and emotionally spent to type any more and David and his Mother are off to find this magic drainboard that will fix this problem, hopefully. I hope it will fix my and as well as all of our weekends as well. I can only hope, and can only hope tomorrow is better. This is total suck.
