Sorry for that little hiatus. There has been a lot going on in my life.
Let's start out with my problems. I'm still hurting and it's been about a week. Normally, a week is all it takes for me to get better, but I don't seem to be feeling any better. I had a 100.9 temperature last night, which is what I had last Wednesday when I wasn't feeling well. I don't want to go to the doctor because I don't want to be told "All you can do is wait it out" when I know that already. It would be a waste of time. Also, my doctor would probably deny me pain pills even though I desperately need them. I can move better, but it still hurts to walk or sit. I'm not one of those people who are "above" having pain medication to help them if there is a need for them. I have a need. I have a legitimate pain. I will probably have this pain for the rest of my life. I've become aware of the fact that I will be taking pain medication for the rest of my life. I'm okay with that. They don't make me upset or unhappy. If anything, they make me feel better. I've come to terms with it.
On Saturday, I woke up like normal and was going to go to the kitchen to eat breakfast. I had to work at 9 am, so it was roughly 8 am. Most of the time I just walk in to the kitchen without slippers, but that morning I thought "Eh, I will put on my slippers, no big deal." Well, I started walking through the hallway and the laminate that we have moved under my feet, and this very loud, scary squelching noise was emitted. My slippers also got soaked through the bottom. I knew immediately what was happening - a slab leak. Since 2005, we have had 5 leaks in our house in the pipes. It's just how the house was built. Also, evidently, my house is situated on an old pond.
My parents weren't home, so the first thing I did was call my boss and say I was going to be late because I had to take care of everything. I then called my parents, who were in Atlanta, and they said they would be home around 4 o'clock. They told me to call the plumber and to get my neighbor to turn off our water. I did all of those things, and it was 10 before I got to work. I came home after work and sat at the house, waiting for the plumber and wondering where the leak was originating from (like which room). I was also trying not to think about going to the bathroom or drinking water.
We stayed in a hotel in town that night just because turning the water on and off is a hassle. Also, the floors were wet and who knows what kind of irreparable damage we could have done had we turned the water back on.
The next day was crazy - we had all types of people walking in and out of the house, pulling up the laminate and cutting up the carpet. The leak was found - it was in my dad's "man cave". However, the water from the leak spread to my bedroom, the bathroom, and my parents room, as well as the living room. All carpets have to be replaced, so eventually I have to move all of my things out of my room. I'm thinking of starting to move my books and trinkets tomorrow. I might as well start early so I'm not trying to rush later.
I've gotten used to all of it, but the leaks have never gotten into my room. So this is the first time I'm dealing with having to move my things. It's very frustrating, but my family deals with it. It will all be okay. Just the thought of moving EVERYTHING makes me want to be sick.
Also, something else that is frustrating is I haven't seen Wade since last Thursday. He worked all weekend, and then Sunday I couldn't leave my house, and he worked again yesterday. Today will be the first I've seen him in almost a week. It's silly to live right near one another but never get to be together.
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