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The nice fellow turned off the water to work on the loud noise the pipes make when the toilet is flushed (I don't say "hammering" because it doesn't fit the description the do it yourself people use for that syndrome). But he didn't manage to fix the problem and the water stayed off.
What water had he laid by?
Well, there was a bucket of used bath water I had set aside to flush the toilet with because if you flush with the bucket there is no noise. There were two half-liters of water in the drinking pitchers. And there are about four gallons of water set aside in plastic containers with a drop of bleach, for disasters (we should have much more).
Emma and Keith (who is going to law school in two weeks! I get my couch back!) went to the corner store and brought back four gallons of bottled water.
Real-time blogging: I just told MC there is no water for baths or laundry. He's been here kind of too much, but I have to give him a little slack as he is actively pursuing jobs that might in aggregate end him up with enough money to get a room somewhere and get him out of my bathtub for good.
My current theory about the lightheadedness is that it will go away when I get my new glasses which ought to be here Real Soon Now. The eye guy said that he wanted to put a prism on one lens because the muscle imbalance between my eyes has increased markedly. I have noticed some eye strain, but I only realized that's what it was when the eye guy talked about it.
The Healthnet haelth coach lady looked up the alcohol phenomenon and it looks like, yes, mere fumes from wine can interact with the gabapentin to cause the effects I have noticed. I think I have to make other plans for the plum tree, then, because when I make wine, I am exposed to alcohol fumes in a much greater concentration than I experienced on Saturday at the wine bar. Oh, didn't I tell that story? Saturday was the quarterly Passport Day for the Santa Cruz wine region. Wineries open up to the public and have tastings of things they don't usually do. The nice fellow loves this, and goes every time, and usually brings home something nice from River Run, which has become our very most favorite winery of all. Saturday I was kind of wrecked and didn't go on the primary run, but I did walk with him over to Beauregard on the wharf. I didn't drink any wine, because of the one-sip incident a few months ago, but I did smell it, and a couple of them I put my tongue to the surface of. Nevertheless, when we left the place, I felt drunk and I swayed when I walked and I knocked a wine glass off a table.
Oh well, it's an imperfect life.
I've got half an hour to finish my quota for the day.
What water had he laid by?
Well, there was a bucket of used bath water I had set aside to flush the toilet with because if you flush with the bucket there is no noise. There were two half-liters of water in the drinking pitchers. And there are about four gallons of water set aside in plastic containers with a drop of bleach, for disasters (we should have much more).
Emma and Keith (who is going to law school in two weeks! I get my couch back!) went to the corner store and brought back four gallons of bottled water.
Real-time blogging: I just told MC there is no water for baths or laundry. He's been here kind of too much, but I have to give him a little slack as he is actively pursuing jobs that might in aggregate end him up with enough money to get a room somewhere and get him out of my bathtub for good.
My current theory about the lightheadedness is that it will go away when I get my new glasses which ought to be here Real Soon Now. The eye guy said that he wanted to put a prism on one lens because the muscle imbalance between my eyes has increased markedly. I have noticed some eye strain, but I only realized that's what it was when the eye guy talked about it.
The Healthnet haelth coach lady looked up the alcohol phenomenon and it looks like, yes, mere fumes from wine can interact with the gabapentin to cause the effects I have noticed. I think I have to make other plans for the plum tree, then, because when I make wine, I am exposed to alcohol fumes in a much greater concentration than I experienced on Saturday at the wine bar. Oh, didn't I tell that story? Saturday was the quarterly Passport Day for the Santa Cruz wine region. Wineries open up to the public and have tastings of things they don't usually do. The nice fellow loves this, and goes every time, and usually brings home something nice from River Run, which has become our very most favorite winery of all. Saturday I was kind of wrecked and didn't go on the primary run, but I did walk with him over to Beauregard on the wharf. I didn't drink any wine, because of the one-sip incident a few months ago, but I did smell it, and a couple of them I put my tongue to the surface of. Nevertheless, when we left the place, I felt drunk and I swayed when I walked and I knocked a wine glass off a table.
Oh well, it's an imperfect life.
I've got half an hour to finish my quota for the day.
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First, though, I have to flush the poison from the environmental poisoning at my work place out of my system. I'll probably post about that later.