I’m typing this up while I wait for the water to heat so I can wash another batch of dishes. Old school. Yes, we’re still without hot water. The good news is, we learned today that we’ll be getting a replacement water heater under the warranty. The bad news is, it has to be ordered and won’t be in for a week to ten days. When all is said and done, we’ll probably have gone a month without hot running water. And let me tell you, the novelty has worn off.
So back to Monday, yesterday. Sunday night, what I thought was a nasty allergy attack turned out to be a wicked head cold. Early Monday morning, groggy on cold medicine, I woke up to a phone call from my sister. She had been rear-ended on her way to work and was in the emergency room. Again. Four years ago today, Jen had been on her way to work when she was rear-ended by a drunk driver who totaled her car and left her with some horrible back problems that required physical therapy. So my first thought was oh no, here we go again.
Long story short, she’s fine. Five hours in the ER, three CTs, and a triple cocktail of drugs, she was sent home with a bad case of whiplash. Today, she’s doing well, not feeling as much pain as the doctor thought she would–the magic of pain medication. In between picking up prescriptions and driving her car over to the body shop for the insurance estimate, I’ve been catching catnaps and downing bowls of the cure-all, spicy hot and sour soup from Thai Pastry. I swear, when it comes to the common cold, this soup has real healing powers.
Well, the water’s hot, so it’s time to do some dishes.