There still isn’t hot water in my apartment. But today there is some action happening with the plumbers. Yesterday they didn’t come here at all.
They arrived this morning at 7:30 however.
I’m getting really impatient because I haven’t had hot water since Saturday morning. It’s not fun taking a cold shower with incisions that are still very sore.
So just a bit ago the plumber found a leak underneath my kitchen floor. We were afraid it could be anywhere between my kitchen and the hot water heater down by my bedroom. Which would be an area of about 20 feet.
He has the concrete chiseled out and has dug down in the dirt and found the pipe, and now he’s waiting on plumbing parts to arrive.
So maybe things won’t have to get too much more involved.
I had moved Ivy and I back to my bedroom. Because if they had to jackhammer the hallway, I would not be able to get back and forth to either bathroom. So that wouldn’t have worked out. I would be cut off in the middle from one end to the next.
So hopefully, he said, this will be the only hole in the water pipe.
Yesterday I was starting to feel overwhelmed and about one step from breaking down and crying over it all. I was really tired of waiting for someone to come work on it, and they didn’t ever arrive. They were on another job.
The plumber who came Monday at 4:30 p.m. is one of two plumbers they use for all of the properties.
I let the apartment manager know this was getting really old, really fast. She offered to put me up at a hotel.
They can’t seem to understand how hard it is for me to get to the parking lot using one foot and a scooter.
This property has many old trees and the tree roots have lifted areas of the sidewalks. Which makes them hard to get over on a scooter.
And the pipe problem could be due to tree roots as well.
In back there are still the bricks of the patio to get over before I can even get to where my newly laid pathway begins. I fell out there on my scooter on my way home from surgery right where the new pathway begins.
My dining table is covered with things from the kitchen. There is a bed sheet nailed up to cover my open kitchen cabinets. And nothing is where I usually put it. So I’m kind of out of sorts.
The physical therapist, Greg, came yesterday.
He said I wasn’t doing nearly as well as last week. So he told me not to even try and walk to the front door with the rollator for a few days. He said we will have to take it even slower than we did last week.
This means he moves my foot and I only move my toes. And there is no range of motion movements at this time.
The incisions are still quite sore because two of them basically lay on top of my outer ankle bone, and the walking boot scrapes against them.
I wrap my ankle in gauze and 2-3 Ace bandages at a time and even that doesn’t help.
While the physical therapist was here a big hornet-looking thing somehow materialized and buzzed around my head. Then it went to the window behind my chair.
The therapist, Greg, tried to kill it with a kitchen towel. But he is short and couldn’t reach it. Ivy is always at that window during the daytime, and she tried to kill it but couldn’t reach it either.
So Steve came over afterward (he’s tall) and brought kitchen tongs that you use to flip steaks on a grill. It was at the top of the window, about 12 inches from the ceiling.
The big insect acted like it was in a torpor of some kind. So he just reached up and grabbed it with the tongs and took it outside.
Ever the biologist, Steve announced that it was a Cicada Killer, or Sphecius speciosus.
It was a big old red thing. He said last summer one of the maintenance men had to go up to the roof to try to kill those things and one stung him.
And he apparently quit his job before he got back to the ground.
Miserable Heat Conditions:
It’s hot as an oven outside, though I just look through the patio door.
I hear it’s miserably hot and I feel so bad for the homeless out there in these conditions. Today it’s 106 degrees. Some days it’s even hotter than that.
These are hazardous heat conditions so try your best to stay inside, hydrated and cool.
If things don’t turn around soon I might just curl up and have a good cry and get it over with.
But the plumber tells me I should have hot water tonight. I don’t know what it entails to put the dirt back, then the concrete, and then the kitchen flooring under the sink.