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I wasn't actually sure I was going to make it to town. As a little trick, I ordered a bucket of chicken. Both as an incentive in the first place and a stock commitment. As it turns out, it was Walmart that was off the mark. Their sole offering for a toilet water line was wrong. I took in the original line, to big home box(tm) which they compared. The guy double checked, then said their standard and what I brought in were the same. Then he tried to hand me one of the same length... Oh, I caught that one. A bit surprising for as tired as I am. I slipped that into place, ratcheting it down well. No leak, anywhere, so far. Probably more work than it should have been, but it is (almost) done. If no leaks appear in the next two days, I will tighten things just a smidgen more then use silicone calking to seal the deal. And, yes, the old toilet has been moved out to the shed, intact.
I did take aspirin, and what D.C. had recommended and I found that I had... valerian root... in some sort of compound. That eased things enough, over the time of going and returning, that I should be able to sleep. A couple pieces of still warm chicken, the rest up, a bit of milk, and it's almost bed time.
I have to wonder, for those of you who read here regularly... Did you think I would even get this far? Did you think any of it would be successful. Be honest. Oh, don't think you are alone. I haven't read my blog, I've lived it. Think about that for just a second. Then blow it off as the writing technique fluff that it is. But that's why I get the little bucks. Seriously, did you honestly think I would, or even could, do even what I have done? I still have one more water heater to rig, and another toilet... but I'm pretty sure you, and definitely I, believe that will be done. The toilet can't be installed, of course, until it arrives. But when I wake, this evening or tomorrow morning... Or the day after at the very latest if I just can't, the water heater will go in. I... may be asking D.C.'s help on that. He wrote something about nodes and switches and the number of wires, or some such, but that was too far ahead and I was too far behind. I'll try and find that. But... it will be done, soon.
No, I didn't finish cleaning the bathroom. And I have mucked it up a bit with all the doings, if it is still much closer than when I started. Yeah, I'm... I'll... right on that.
I don't know you very well, doom. But despite health problems you appear to be a doer and a very capable man.
ReplyDeleteI've been hard crippled for decades, foam. They thought it was depression for the first 29 years, but figured it out 3 years ago and have started treating it. As long as I can stay on the meds at times, things sort of improve, but the medicines themselves are harsh. I have literally slept a year, in the mid 90's, didn't help. I kept hoping I could catch up on sleep.
ReplyDeleteSo many things I have wanted to do have gone undone, or half done, or until someone stepped in or I hired the job out. I always... wondered if it was just me being lazy. When I speak of being near death I'm not teasing. Once in a while I could pull off something spectacular. And I did make it half way through engineering school, back when docs still told me they believed it was depression. (I have serious doubts about what docs knew, and when... problematic... V.A.) But, there again, I... finally quit school. It was brutal, just physically getting to school was murder.
These last few years I have been getting better. But beside the health issues is the fact that I have sat for nearly 32 years, and I'm not a spring chicken on top of that. I have a lot of drag from those things. I am seriously busting out here anyway. Almost literally like the dead coming back to life.
I seem to have started reading here on the upswing of your health even though I've seen you around for a few years. Being on the proper meds can make all the difference. I hope they continue to work out, doom.
ReplyDeleteIt helps knowing that what you are going through is perfectly normal for a plumbing project, no?
ReplyDeleteMany people would throw their hands up in despair and conclude they couldn't do it, at the first setback or two.
There once was a man named Doom
ReplyDeleteSo tired, they readied his tomb
But with things to fix
And bag full of tricks
To town he went, zoom ZOOM!
Keep on keep'n on, my friend, for it's the starting UP that's always so darn hard--
Rafa:D
Yes, the absolute peak. A few more percentage better, of the heart, and they won't be able to say I could be on the heart transplant list. *grins* Then again, from function, my doctor absolutely can't believe my heart is that bad. He gave me a little stress test, a jaunt, at speed, around the clinic, with a male orderly along in case I... had issues. I think I wore the lad out! :) I'm not normal, if I still also am very very ill.
ReplyDeleteIt baffles them, and me. Most guys in my shape are in the hospital, or at least at home with a wife doing almost everything. They don't consider it transplant worthy because there is a 29 year untreated life expectancy, either... considering transplant recipients only live from 6 to 9 years max. :p I think I irritate my docs. *does a Snoopy Dance*
Raf!
ReplyDeleteThat's like... a three-parter! A bit o' cheer, a dandy limerick to keep the notion of doing one soon going, plus a clever working limerick to... help feed that machine. I know a limerick grows in the Doom psyche poo... It just seems slow to germinate.
Excellent!