The Tinker in her fancy Tiara
It's nighttime, day of Jilly's surgery- she can't walk because of all the stitches in her bum. When she's standing there is a dopey sway...I think she's as comfortable as she can be, but my poor sleepy puppy smells like surgery and dehydrated dog breath. Her pain pills (of which there are a solid stream of 4 different types to be given throughout the day) need to be taken every 6-8 hours so I have set an alarm for 4:30 am... beep beep beep... I wake to find a glazed eyed puppy staring at me from the inside of her shiny new plastic cone...but that sound... what is that sound? It's a rushing, swooshing and dripping sound. It's not coming from her. I can also hear my neighbours faintly in the hallway... their voices getting closer then drifting away, but the water is getting louder... is that possible?
Yes. Yes, it is. It is very possible. A pipe has burst on the 7th floor and is rushing down the stairwell, through the hallway and into the 4th floor condos...This is happening people. A sad neighbour girl sitting in a puddle, wrapped in a blanket, watching her husband pacing and raving about the ruined mattress and upgraded hardwood floors. Firemen (side note: Calendar firemen don't work the 4 am shift) bustling around, tracing the water to the source, triggering the fire alarm and yelling to each other, all their sentences seem to end with "Mac". Add to that maintenance men in soggy steel toe boots, walking on squishy hallway carpet, ripping up brand new and totally ruined flooring, in the newly moved in neighbouring units, sand blasting and grinding the freshly painted walls and ripping out unused appliances. Also- building security knocking on doors, asking if everyone is alright inside- (which I would have thought was a fireman's job) and asking if there was damage. It's a drippy and depressing 5 ring circus and we're trying to sleep in here! It was a very traumatic day! I mean c'mon!
You know the saying when it rains, it pours... We're lucky that when it rained here- Hubby, Bean and I had the good luck of wearing our rain slickers. We were the only unit on our floor that was unscathed, as of yet- though they have been very clear that seepage is a real danger. Other than the 4 am hubub and ballyhoo and the early morning intensive labour we're alright. The Stinker with her sound amplifying cone has been a trooper and continues resting comfortably, though it's clearly drug induced. And as far as perfect timing goes- Jilly hates getting her feet wet, so she would want to be carried down the spongy hall surgery or not. Sometimes things just work out...:$
PS: 4B- that sucks about your mattress, but is there anything better than a new mattress?
Yes. Yes, it is. It is very possible. A pipe has burst on the 7th floor and is rushing down the stairwell, through the hallway and into the 4th floor condos...This is happening people. A sad neighbour girl sitting in a puddle, wrapped in a blanket, watching her husband pacing and raving about the ruined mattress and upgraded hardwood floors. Firemen (side note: Calendar firemen don't work the 4 am shift) bustling around, tracing the water to the source, triggering the fire alarm and yelling to each other, all their sentences seem to end with "Mac". Add to that maintenance men in soggy steel toe boots, walking on squishy hallway carpet, ripping up brand new and totally ruined flooring, in the newly moved in neighbouring units, sand blasting and grinding the freshly painted walls and ripping out unused appliances. Also- building security knocking on doors, asking if everyone is alright inside- (which I would have thought was a fireman's job) and asking if there was damage. It's a drippy and depressing 5 ring circus and we're trying to sleep in here! It was a very traumatic day! I mean c'mon!
You know the saying when it rains, it pours... We're lucky that when it rained here- Hubby, Bean and I had the good luck of wearing our rain slickers. We were the only unit on our floor that was unscathed, as of yet- though they have been very clear that seepage is a real danger. Other than the 4 am hubub and ballyhoo and the early morning intensive labour we're alright. The Stinker with her sound amplifying cone has been a trooper and continues resting comfortably, though it's clearly drug induced. And as far as perfect timing goes- Jilly hates getting her feet wet, so she would want to be carried down the spongy hall surgery or not. Sometimes things just work out...:$
PS: 4B- that sucks about your mattress, but is there anything better than a new mattress?
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