Monday, March 15, 2010

Who even needs pipes, anyway?




Why, you ask? Why does the kitchen sink appear to be set up like the bathroom sink? Well... Hubby thought it would be a good idea to have the 900 year old pipes in our house replaced with something a little less old. Sounds like a decent idea, right? Yep.

Except for the part where the pipes under the bathroom sink are so old, the plumbers don't have what they need to fix them, and need to come back Monday with the things they need to fix them. Not so bad. A day and a half with out a bathroom sink. Minor inconvenience.

Except that they come back Monday and find out the pipes under the bathroom sink are soldered to the wall. Yep. Soldered. Why? Who knows! (It's not the first time we've heard "I have never seen that before" about how this house was put together.) So now, they have to come back again and rip the vanity from the wall, rip open the wall, and un-solder the pipe. Then they can attempt to replace the old with the new. Hopefully. Oh. My. Gosh.

And don't even start me on the visit from the building inspector.

The fun never ends here!




So, then, what's up with the microwave on the dining room table, you ask? Well.... Somewhere in the plumbing fun, the electric in one of the kitchen walls decided to quit working. Why? Who knows? So the microwave is on the dining room table. And there's no longer a phone in the kitchen. And the electrician has been called.

Seriously! The fun never ends here!

Oh! Did I mention that I'm sick? Like head-in-a-vise, can't breathe, boxes and boxes of tissue, where's the Nyquil sick. Except that I went vegan, so there goes the Nyquil. So instead I'm drinking the most vile tea ever invented on the face of the earth that Acupuncturist gave me. Which is just like Nyquil. If "just like" means "nothing even remotely close."

So, I'm going to finish my swill tea, wash my face and brush my teeth in the kitchen sink, heat up my rice sock (to be applied to my forehead) in the dining room, and go to bed.

Hopefully tomorrow will be better.

Right?

9 comments:

Corinne said...

Oh no... I'm so sorry. When it rains it pours, no?
Feel better, and good luck!

WackyMummy said...

Yikes! Sounds like our house.

Nyquil isn't vegan? What's in it other than alcohol? Seriously! What's in that stuff???

Jade @ Tasting Grace said...

Oh what a nightmare! I hope the whole pipe situation gets cleared up soon. Feel better!

InTheFastLane said...

Oh yuck! Being sick in a ripped up house sounds aweful. Maybe you need a few nights in a hotel?

Samantha said...

I, too, am curious why Vegan = No-No-Nyquil. Was going to recommend a hot-toddie, but if it is the booze that is the culprit, then I guess that idea's out the window, too.

Hope you feel better soon, and that the gremlins who have taken residence in your house leave for healthier ground very soon. Just not to MY house, m'kay? Thanks!

Stacia said...

Sounds like you need some vegan chocolate (except maybe wait till you can taste stuff again). Hope the vile tea does the trick and the unsoldering happens soon!

Lyndsay said...

Oh dear....

We've had a few tradesmen furrow they eyebrows and say "I wonder why they did that..." when looking at our house too. And it's only 7 years old. Our builder apparently did a rush-job and cut lots of corners. How is the bathtub? Can you still run a hot, hot bath and steam your head a bit?? That sounds more enjoyable to me than swill tea...

For the record, I second the idea to check into a hotel for a couple days!!

Feel better soon!

Chocolate Girl said...

Nyquil capsules contain gelatin, which makes them non-vegan friendly. I guess I could go for the liquid kind, but I'm not so good at swallowing straight medicine. Really gross tea? No problem. Medicine makes me gag a bit. But I'm feeling better today. My house is still in shambles, with more shambling to come. But I fell a bit better, so that's something.

Heart2Heart said...

You know it's a bad thing when someone says, "I've never seen that before!" Run, I say, run for the hills and hide!

Love and Hugs ~ Kat