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July 8th, 2007

(no subject) @ 03:49 pm

Current Mood: stressed wibbly
Current Music: James, Born of Frustration

In a week and a half, I get my tonsils out and my deviated septum undeviated; this means I haven't been allowed to have either NSAIDs or my ADD meds for the past week and change. Since my tendinitis has been acting up in a bad way, this is rather unpleasant - but not why I've been so hellaciously stressed over the past fortnight.
My erstwhile roommate, Mermaid, asked if she and her husband and daughter could stay at my place the last week of June and the first week of July, for they were moving to Australia for some sort of school thing; since they'd said they had a storage locker all set up, I said sure, fine. What I wasn't expecting was that they'd be moving boxes not directly to the locker but into my living room, or that they'd try to keep anything but the essentials in the house. Seeing that in (my spare, their temporary) bedroom they'd set up bookshelves, their TV, VCR, two beds, etc, was a surprise. So was the invasion of kitchen gadgets. And the filling of my refrigerator and pantry with food. And the mostly-empty garage becoming rather non-empty.
Boxes of stuff I can deal with, albeit not as gracefully as I'd like. Mermaid feeling the need to go through every single box, looking for stuff (what, I'm not sure), having a yard sale and not cleaning up afterwards (getting me politely yelled at the next morning by the landlord, and having to hurriedly pull stuff off the front lawn)... those things are rather more stressful for me, especially when the boxes have an ominous habit of not moving (i.e. not disappearing to the storage locker). Similarly, the obvious friction between wife and husband whereupon they clash about how to do things (Mermaid dictating that things shall proceed apace thusly, Rob demurring unhappily) was also quite the emotional albatross.
I celebrated the fourth by BBQing, watching fireworks, and mostly staying the hell away from the house; they did by U-Hauling, although it was kinda difficult to tell what got moved. Thursday, all hell finally broke loose; Mermaid relented, and Rob finally got to move boxes unhindered and purge all sorts of crap. This continued on 'til Friday, where they decided that Mermaid would depart avec enfant to LAX (did I mention they were flying out of LA rather than San Jose or San Francisco or elsewhere within a hundred miles?) that evening, while Rob would stay behind, sleep a few hours, and continue the next morning at 6, when the storage facility opened again, they having a nasty habit of shutting their doors at 10PM nightly.
Saturday, I woke up early (my sleep schedule having been utterly shot since late June), and helped Rob move stuff to the locker. With many heartfelt apologies, he departed around 1PM to try and make it down to LA to catch his 10PM flight to the land of oz. I went back to bed, relieved that the people were gone - but oh so much shit remains. The driveway is still full of crap, the garbage cans filled to overflowing; the kitchen is full of dirty dishes and food I'd never eat, fast food cups littering the counters. Boxes of stuff still remain in my living room and the spare bedroom (although thankfully, nowhere near as many as I'd feared). I still dread going home, which is why I'm writing this from the air conditioned climes of the offices; once I load up on trash bags and figure out where I can dump everything (cacheing them in the garage meanwhile), I'll be much, much happier. I expect in a few days I'll have recovered enough to finally shudder or sob or whatever; right now I'm mostly kind of numb.
Anyhow, if I've been particularly absent, stressed-looking, or generally inaccessible, that's why.
 
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From:kaligrrrl
Date:July 8th, 2007 11:50 pm (UTC)
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yay fixing bad stuff!

boo people making your life hell!

mermaid--husband?! child?!
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From:moof
Date:July 9th, 2007 12:05 am (UTC)
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Yeah, she got married to Rob soon after you left for France; and some couple of months later, pop, Olivia arrived. (Mermaid had thought she was infertile, so this was rather a surprise to the both of them.)
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From:rogue_ravnos
Date:July 9th, 2007 12:10 am (UTC)
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Wow, that sucks. I sympathize with the roommate woes... >.<
If you need some help/company cleaning up, feel free to call! :)
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From:xeger
Date:July 9th, 2007 12:30 am (UTC)
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Ughhhh! I empathize, strongly! It really sucks having people in your space on a 'temporary' basis, never mind having a mismatch over what 'temporary' allows!
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From:ztepfinat0r
Date:July 9th, 2007 02:39 am (UTC)
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Ugh! Similar happened to me, on much less a scale but still enough to drive me batshit...when I helped a friend in home transition some years ago.
Soon you will have your home completely back and the world will be happier again.
Hopefully before surgery, which I hope works out for you!
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From:unixronin
Date:July 9th, 2007 02:42 am (UTC)
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That sounds completely horrendous. I would not have dealt well with it at all.
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From:etoilenoir959
Date:July 9th, 2007 03:58 am (UTC)
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Ouch to the pulling of tonsils, o_O! to the imposing roommate and =/ that you had to bear the brunt of the landlord's anger.
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From:etoilenoir959
Date:July 9th, 2007 05:02 am (UTC)
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Also *hug* for enduring it all
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From:dolphin42
Date:July 9th, 2007 04:33 pm (UTC)

good luck on the surgery, and best of luck with the other problems

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At least, hospital technology has progressed a whole lot since last time I was there... only 4 days after major surgery, I'm back on my feet and not using painkillers.

As for the emergency roomates - well - empathy for the landlord isn't always well engrained is it.
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From:athenakt
Date:July 9th, 2007 05:00 pm (UTC)
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Yay for getting physical stuff fixed, boo for the lead up to it without meds. Hmm; sounds a little kinky: "I'll undeviate your septum!"

Hopefully this will resolve any issues you might have with sinus problems; I know what that's like...
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From:cryo
Date:July 10th, 2007 05:24 am (UTC)
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You are truly a good friend and a more-than-decent person for putting up with all of that and not hiding the bodies in your backyard. karma++

I read deviated as deviant, which makes it much more interesting of a surgery. Good luck.

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