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I haven't been this sick in a long, long time.
It all started the morning of Friday 4th, when I woke up feeling.. off. Okay, I had gone to bed slightly late the day before, so let's shower and shave and see how I feel. Nope, didn't feel any better and I was starting to develop a headache. Grabbed some breakfast, sat down, realized I was feeling hot enough to count as a fever. Considered going to work anyway, but finally called in sick.
Hauled myself back to bed, laid down.. And that's when the neighbors decided to start redecorating their kitchen. With my headache, it felt they were drilling straight into my brain, so I simply fled. Put on some shoes, walked over to the nearby mall. This was an as good as any time to buy a medical thermometer to see just how sick I was and I could really use some cough syrup, too.
These two items in mind, I walked into the local computer games store. They had a copy of Tales of Vesperia, an RPG for the 360 I not yet owned. Grabbed it, went to the counter. Where the friendly sales person discovered, after a try or three, that their network link was down, and they could only accept cash. Hiked over to the ATM, got cash, bought game. I got a 10% discount for my trouble.
This all had taken rather longer than anticipated, I quickly went into the drug store next door, got my thermometer and headed home. 38.5°C, or 1.5°C fever. Also, those paying attention might've noticed I completely forgot about the cough syrup.
I also discovered that my water was turned off. Okay, neighbor was still working on the pipes, they likely turned off mine to be safe, whatever. And I apparently pushed myself too hard on that trip to town, because I ended up puking up my breakfast. I crashed back into bed, had some entirely unremarkable fever daymares about flowcharts and got woken up by my phone much later.
My sister was inquiring how I was doing, and if I wanted to come over for dinner. Well, I was doing terrible, and I didn't think it would be a good idea to come over. Also, I still didn't have any water.
Went downstairs, rang neighbor's doorbell, politely inquired if they could turn on my water. They were very apologetic and checked immediately, but finally determined that my water was turned on. They'd call the water company first thing tomorrow and gave me water so I could at least flush my toilet. I crawled back into bed.
Next day, Saturday 5th, the water company guy showed up nice and early, poked around, determined I was getting water pressure from the mains and therefore the rest was out of his hands, I needed a plumber. As luck would have it, neighbor had already called a plumber, because they had a leak in their newly refurbished kitchen. At no point did it occur to me this might be a indicator to the quality of the rest of work those refurbishers did.
Towards the end of the day the plumber showed up, they fixed the leak and then looked at my problem. Hearing a plumber go This can't possibly be right.. is not a fate I wish upon anyone.
Apparently, when doing the pipework for the kitchen, the refurbishers hit my water pipe and it sprung a leak. They immediately went around fixing that, and quite well, too. So well that they not only plugged the hole, but also the pipe itself.
The plumbers replaced the entire section of pipe and lo and behold, I had delicious water once more.
Of course, when I went to take that shower I had been looking forward to for over a day, I discovered one small thing: While my cold water was fine, my warm water hardly has any pressure. I rather suspect my boiler needs to be looked at. If I can muster the energy, I'll ask the neighbors for the address of those plumbers and see if they can drop by again Monday, or something. -.-
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