After midnight last night, I was still high on pain meds and still waiting for the pain to actually go away when I got up out of bed and used the bathroom. After washing my hands, I tried to turn off the faucet, and it wouldn’t turn off.
I had an instant flashback to childhood when this happened to me.
I used to have deliriums up to about age 12, in which everything during a dream state would suddenly move super fast, then slow wayyyy down to slow motion, then speed up super fast again. I’d wake from the dream, only to find that the fast/slow motion was now happening in real life. I’d get nauseated and run for the bathroom to throw up, only I was going in slow motion. Then I’d blink and suddenly I was at the toilet with dry heaves, or I’d be at the sink and the water wouldn’t turn off, no matter which way I turned the faucet.
I’d blink again and I was at the door to the bathroom, looking both ways as though I was about to cross a busy street. I hated that time in my life. Strangely, the deliriums stopped when we moved out of that house.
So when the faucet wouldn’t turn off last night, I thought I was having a delirium, because as I said, I was high on pain medication. I ran to the bedroom and called for B, telling him I was hallucinating and the faucet wouldn’t turn off.
Well I wasn’t hallucinating. The faucet really wouldn’t turn off. B tried to force it cuz that’s what guys do, and broke the handle off, and the water was still going. I told him to move move move outta the way, and I got under the sink to turn the water off from there. Again with the no matter which way I turned, the water would not turn off.
B got under the sink and I excitedly told him to NOT FORCE IT. He turned the handle slowly to the right – it took several more turns than I had done, but he finally got the water shut off.
Today we called the landlady and told her about the faucet. She came by while we were out of the house for a moment. We told her we’d be out for a moment and to just come in. You’d think a landlady would have the key to the house but no. You’d think she’d have our cell numbers but no. When we got home, I saw that she left a message on the landline, saying she’d been waiting for 20 minutes and would return later.
She came by while I was passed out from pain meds again, and had a look at the sink. She said she’d bring a new faucet tomorrow, along with the new bathroom fan cover for the ceiling fan her husband replaced a couple weeks ago and left unfinished. She then dashed out the door as I called WAIT, WAIT and tried to get out of bed again. I wanted to know when tomorrow she’d be over, as we may be out again. I tried to get out of bed as fast as I could and saw her already rushing past the window – she’d gone out the door already. She was nearly running. This woman is always like this. She’s a spaz case who never even lets people finish any sentences, never waits for info on a situation, never trusts that the people she employs to do the home repair work she’s supposed to do will do it right, including her own husband. Always has a smart ass attitude and under the breath commentary.
I went out the door after her and called her name twice but she kept going. So I came back in and slammed the door. Nothing like anger to bring one out of a drug haze, but bring on the nausea.
Effing C*nt. And I said it aloud when I slammed the door.
This is the same bitch you’ll recall that took her time looking into the carbon monoxide poisoning and even getting us alternate heating on the coldest night of the winter about seven months ago.
The world is not ending, I just can’t stand my landlady.
We have no hot water faucet for the bathroom sink for another day. Big whoop. It’s fine. We’ve had a ghetto looking, dangling ceiling fan cover in the bathroom for two weeks. Big whoop. It’s fine.
But MAN does that woman piss me off.
I know, I’m breathing. I’m gonna take a chill pill. It’s fine. It’s okay. Just had to get it off my chest.