perils with writing and whatnot
In other words, total frustration and excessive agitation.
Hubby is having neck surgery on May 29th. Yes, I know it isn’t an easy operation like getting your tonsils taken out, but medical science, procedures and skill have come a long way. Many of the things that could go wrong aren’t those life-threatening things they used to be. He has 2 herniated disks that need to be fused and then put back in place with metal.
Hubby wants to change the furniture around so that he can be more comfortable right after the surgery. When he told me, I said there wasn’t any problems doing that. After all, it will only be for one or two months. The living room will look awful. There’s no doubt about it. But Hubby’s comfort comes first.
So what did he do when my back was turned this last Sunday? He moved the furniture around so that it looks utterly disgusting. Trying my best to be the ‘good wife’, I diverted my eyes from the disaster in the living room and began to take things out of the bathroom so that when the plumber came the next day (that’s yesterday, Monday) to put in the brand new shower, all junk would be out of his way. Nevertheless, the bathroom distraction didn’t last long. Yesterday, I changed the furniture back to the way it was. I’ve assured Hubby that I’ll be switching it again during that one night he stays in the hospital.
When yesterday morning came, I thought for sure the plumber and whatever crew he needed would be here by 9am at the latest. We didn’t get a call until 10:30 telling us that the bottom part of the shower, the part they needed to put in first hadn’t arrives. It was supposed to be there by 11am. There wasn’t any point in them coming over without it.
Okay, now that he had called, I wasn’t nervous anymore. Noontime rolled by and left. Then 1pm came, and it left too. The knot in my stomach reappeared. By 1:45, I’m so angry I could have spit bullets. I informed Hubby that I was going to call the plumber. He stopped me and told me he would call. Could it be that Hubby was afraid of what I’d say to the stupid asinine plumber? No doubt about it.
Hubby was as sweet as pie to the plumber on the phone. The plumber said the part came in a little bit ago. Did Hubby ask why no one called at that point? No. The plumber said that he was waiting until the next day (today, Tuesday) to come and start the work seeing that he was at another job. What happened to the priority of our job? I mean, we had already given money for the parts needed for the work. Did Hubby ask about this? No. Did he ask what time the dimwitted jerks would be here today (Tuesday)? No.
It isn’t time for the morons to be here yet today. I have serious doubts that they’ll show up before 10am.
We were told that this job would take 1 1/2 days to complete. I don’t believe that for a second. In meantime, we are without a full bathroom. Yes, we can brush our teeth, wash our faces, and we have a toilet to use in our master bedroom. (It’s a half-bath.) However, we cannot take showers. We’ll have to settle for spit baths at the sink. If I want to wash my hair, I’ll have to do that at the kitchen sink. And this will have to go on for at least another day.
Yes, I know that the situation isn’t impossible. I wouldn’t even be fuming if only the plumber would keep us in the loop of what is going on. I know he didn’t have any control over when that part would arrive. Still, he could have made a quick call to us on his cell phone, which he already told us he had, and gave us a fast update of the situation. That way I would think he’s being considerate and values us as customers.
I hate being left in the dark. Obviously, I’m not one who likes surprises. I probably expect too much out of others.
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