There’s something much more irritating about being slightly ill than being bedridden. When you’re systematically vomiting the contents of your stomach, that have somehow survived digestion over the past couple of years, and excreting vital fluids like a malfunctioning faucet, then there’s very little you can do to remedy these kinds of ailments. Bed rest, hydration and time are the only reliable solutions. For that period of infirmity nobody expects anything from you. Any delegated chores are postponed or at the very least assumed by your partner. Allowing you the necessary time to recover. But when your symptoms are less severe, like headache, cough or congested nostrils, then in the discerning, superficial perspective of others, you are fine. Or at the very least capable of performing your usually assigned duties, with similar quality. Not to mention persevering with my job to the same unimpeded capacity.
For example, I am currently suffering from an acute case of “man flu”. A fabricated contagion, comparative to a conventional cold, just with a severity that women couldn’t possibly grasp. But really it’s just an irritating cough, perennial headache and a nose that’s running quicker than Usain Bolt. With the weekend in sight, having endured the onset of these symptoms during a busy work period, I was emboldened by the prospect of relaxing for a few solitary days. Of course my partner had other plans, completely indifferent to my current affliction, by scheduling the renovation of our kitchen floor. Which of course required us to manoeuvre all of our appliances, table and chairs into our living room! Limiting ourselves to the confines of the second floor! With no means of preparing food, let alone cooking it. Or even the facilities to wash our clothing! With both my partners and myself respective work commitments, as well as our daughters school requirements, living like this simply isn’t viable. To make matters worse the renovations that were supposed to begin on the Friday, have since been delayed due to the unscrupulous convictions of the fitter. An issue that has only intensified.
The continued revisions to the initially agreed quote, has now forced us (me) to shoulder the responsibility of ripping the unwanted wooden flooring by ourselves. Leaving the screeding to a family member who can apply this liquid leveller, before the vinyl flooring can be applied by I expect a private contractor. As you can imagine the stress and inconvenience associated with such a drastic alteration is not conducive to the recovery of my health. Again, I’m not suffering with some dibelitaing illness that would prevent from completing this task, but that’s the point. The incessant banging that comes from trying to shift these wooden boards, coupled with the constant heaving that produces enough viscous muchas to bond our new vinyl flooring to the flattened kitchen surface, is not how I wanted to relax during my weekend. And to add insult to injury, we have been temporarily evicted from our own home, forced to spend a couple of nights at the mother in law’s. So what I’m really trying to say is never use BCB warehouse for any of your renovation needs!
Game, Complain, Repeat 