Last weekend I finally, (and I’m not exaggerating here) finally, got off my duff and painted our bathroom. Why finally? It’s had three different colored paint swatches painted all over the walls for…wait for it…
Yes, 3 YEARS!
I move fast, don’t I? Not to beg sympathy, but I had finally actually picked the color, and then I became ill with that pesky pulmonary Embolism. Six months of treatment, and a month off of that and I had an abdominal hysterectomy. Finally beginning to recover, I thought I would get on it last spring after I ran the Louisiana Marathon. After recovering from the marathon, I was about to embark on this joyous activity when my dad died. I know what you are thinking…Surely I could have squeezed it in somewhere in there. I probably could have, but I didn’t.
But in the past month, I decided I could no longer look at all the different colors on the walls. Hubs is happy to have it done, but he doesn’t like the process much. No mirrors, no lights, no towels. And using a bathroom that is shared by two teenage boys while waiting for ours to be finished? Not an option (they wouldn’t let us anyway, had we wanted to).
We have also been wanting to replace the toilet as well. The one that was in there was HORRIBLE! It was constantly clogged, and generally in bad shape. The obvious thing was to replace the toilet while the bathroom was already dismantled. More grumblings from hubs. You just can’t mess with a man’s throne.
After I finished painting, hubs removed the old toilet, and before he could plop the new one in place, I grabbed some paper towels and floor cleaner and went to work cleaning the floor. Only I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing, and gashed my hand on one of the bolts sticking up from the floor.
I’m not one to panic much with injuries, and tend to downplay things. But in this instance, I took one look at the that nasty piece of metal, and absolutely FREAKED OUT! All I could think of was flesh eating bacteria, and entertained generally melodramatic thoughts about how I was certain my arm was going to need to be amputated, while hubs rolled his eyes at me.
By the next day I had calmed down, but decided I probably needed a tetanus shot. So, away I go to get the tetanus shot, only I to find they are not giving just tetanus to adults anymore, but the full DTaP in an effort to cut down on Pertussis in children. And while I’m there, the doc suggests, I should really get a flu shot as well. Hmm… I ask for the nasal spray, but they don’t carry it, so I reluctantly agree to the shot. That was Wednesday.
Yesterday, I felt completely wretched. Apparently some people have reactions to the vaccinations. Also, apparently, I am one of them. As I don’t usually get flu shots, and I haven’t had a tetanus shot since well, a really, really long time, I didn’t remember this little inconvenience. And to top that, it took 4 attempts at seating the new toilet (and some pretty irritable conversation) on it’s new wax ring to get it installed correctly.
Suffice it to say, the new toilet looks great and works even better, but I’m not sure it was worth all that.