An interesting day, so far... and it's not even over yet. First things first, why not. I woke up at 05:28 with the second ring of the phone... which coincided with Karen's alarm going off. I was still on call, and the processor had run out of film. As in, there was no film anywhere in the hospital. I walked the tech through sending the films to a different printer, one that I hoped had film in it, or at least I guess that I did, she didn't call back. So I turned over and snoozed another hour, and I got right up when my alarm rang. I jumped right out of bed and landed on my bad knee. Puzzled, I hesitated. My *bad* knee. Yesterday, I would have been in excruciating pain, in fact, I was. Today... not. Well, just a little bit. A very little bit. What happened? I have no idea. Maybe Mom was praying for me or something like that. Anyway, the knee continues to be OK. All day long, and I'm on my feet all day, clipping along at a pretty rapid pace. And the knee is OK. I am not going to exercise it like I did last Friday ever again, though. I don't want to chance going through that pain again. So anyway, I got up at 06:30, and I'm at the dentist's at 07:15. They take me in at 07:25 and the assistant is picking around on my gums, getting the old adhesive off of my stumps and out of the holes and whatever. I'm reclining on my back, eyes closed, waiting to see where she'll hurt me next. I really wasn't expecting the very sharp pain above my left eyebrow... she'd gotten an instrument caught in her sleeve or something. It was sharp and fairly heavy and I was so, so glad that it didn't hit my eye, I would've been in deep trouble indeed. The lady felt very badly about it, apologizing profusely while I was bleeding similarly. Well, not really, I didn't hardly bleed at all, maybe like one little drop. No big deal. It's just that it *could've* been a big deal. Anyways, my teeth are staying in now, I just hope that the glue job will last until the 13th. 21:39... Plumbing problems. I hate plumbing problems. Hate 'em hate 'em hate 'em. I have a long history of hating plumbing, I can prove it. So, tonight Karen and I are fixing supper and she mentions, "O, by the way, the sink's plugged up." Well, that's not something that I wanted to hear, especially since I figgered that I never would hear it, that's new plastic clear down to the cement floor. Clear down to the cement floor. Damn damn damn. And it was clear, clear down to the cement floor. The cement floor in the basement. At that point, it goes south for about twelve feet, joining up to the main sewer line... all underneath the concrete. Of course, I took it apart in sections, hoping, hoping that it wouldn't be the lateral section. Hoping in vain, of course. The lateral is plugged. And I don't have anything that I can get around the bend. So what I'm a-gonna do is get some liquid plumber and see if that'll work. I'm gonna do that tomorrow, of course, 'cause I'm on call tonight, and besides, I'm tired and I had to take a shower already 'cause I got drenched with dirty water twice already... like I said, I was taking it apart in sections, so every time I took a section apart, I got drenched. Twice I dodged the right way, twice the wrong way. Par for the plumbing course. So, we've got a sink full of dirty dishes, and a dishwasher full of dirty dishes. I really wish that I had about $4000 so I could pay a plumber to come in ad do everything, including replacing the sewer line out back. Wishful thinking. However, now it's time to not worry about all of that and go to bed.
Grrrr. No, GRRRR!