Today is a big day.
It is the final day of my short-term disability leave.
I set my alarm for 4:45 a.m. thinking it would be good practice for returning to work tomorrow.
By some strange circumstance, I woke naturally at 4:15 a.m., the same time I normally get up for work. I cuddled with Louise briefly and got out of bed before 4:30 a.m. I had the lovely vision of writing more of my upcoming novel.
But I heard water.
And it was more than a drip.
So I checked the bathroom, sloshing through several inches of water. I threw down some towels and organized some buckets and bowls.
But when I went downstairs, I saw several heavy drips pouring through the ceiling. And tiles started falling like hail.
I went back upstairs and turned off the water to the toilet. And I called the insurance company.
All before coffee, all before 5 a.m.
I went to my family doctor and he not only released me from my short-term disability leave but told me I’d made good use of my time— going to the gym three times a week and working with a personal trainer, visiting my therapist, resuming my SSRI in an attempt to lower my blood pressure, ease my emotions and hopefully that will help my balance. I went to the dentist, bought new floss and renewed my prescription for fluoride toothpaste. And I rested. I updated my vitamin regimen, added Flonase to my allergy regime, and bought a weekly pill dispenser to keep them all straight.
And that’s when I told him I had also done my follow up bloodwork. That made him, in his words, a happy medical provider.
From there, I went to Apex Training for my session with Andrew. We did a great mix of strength and core and challenging my posture and my mobility in ways that made me feel amazing. I left covered in sweat.
And the plumber came before I had a chance to shower.
We now have a new toilet— the old one was probably 60 years old. And pink. The teenager is upset I didn’t keep the old one. She thinks it would make a great planter next to the rose bush.
And she hates the new toilet.
Which, interestingly, the plumber does, too.
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It’s a energy efficient low flow toilet, right? The kind that make you think you’re squatting on the floor. That’s why they don’t like it. Probably harder to fix from the plumbers POV.