Twilight Zone Weekend Recap

Hello Monday, you saucy beeotch.  Here we are again.  Well, this recap is definitely much different than I thought it would look.  Matter of fact, I jinxed it last week by pre-writing the first part of what I anticipated we would have done and that drastically changed, as you know, by Thursday.  Friday the day was an absolute chaotic trip to the Twilight Zone.

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We had three dudes total from the bathroom project coming in and out doing productive stuff like reading the adhesive bottle for the first time and realizing their skin will peel off if they get any on their hands, lollygagging in between skim coats, the little dude telling the Mr it was safe to turn on and test the water before it was and freaking out the dude who knew a little more but was going to leave us with an untested shower.  Then it was time for the HOA roofer dude to join the party but you know, not do anything because it was misty outside.  The bathroom people were done by noon and said to give it 24 hours to cure so no showering until noon on Saturday.  The Mr and the roofer dude were chatting it up so the bathroom dudes left and said "we're done" to which my mental self retorted "the hell you are" but I know he's really just on plumbing and drywall so he probably thought he was done.  (Until the other dudes come back to install the niches and doors and crack into the walls some more and need to have them repatched again.)  The house was quite stinky the rest of the day from all of the caulk and joint compound so it was fan city.  

Upon further inspection before our nightly walk, the mook didn't skim coat all the way to the new wall so, to us, that is not done.  The Mr texted the project manager who was supposed to have gotten back to us with the solution by midday and that piece of paper they call a shower curtain wasn't it.  He said he contacted the manufacturer and they are going to get back to him about when they can send someone out to repair the base and cap.  Fine.  Then TELL US THAT.  Keep us in the damn loop.  The Mr also conveyed this mistake has completely screwed our timeline as we can't do anything else to put together a working bathroom or order countertops until they do their part.  

The other thing that fills us with dread is the doors.  They're frosted and sitting unopened in the garage which by the way we can't use because of it.  We desperately want to look at them so if there is an issue, they can reorder them now but we also know then the liability is on us because they can say we scratched it, so we can't.  It's like all of the bad parts of the kitchen experience didn't come back to us until the guy who ruined the cap and base walked in.  He was the weak link then and four years later that hasn't changed.  They are not dealing with the same people they were four years ago so shizz will get ugly and mama never wrote her kitchen review so give me ammunition to write both.  I've been running on no more than 3-4 hours of sleep per night for 5 weeks and this situation just reinforces that behavior until we're the ones back in control.

Saturday we were both crawling out of our skin to get out of the house.  Time for a half day's drive for some Portillo's.

We stopped by Cinnaholic too which is always a favorite and then to walk a bit of it off, we stopped by a favorite park to go on a big ol' loop.

We picked up three geocaches while we were in Indianapolis adjacent territory.  It's always nice to get a few in and add to our total.  

It was a much needed mental health day and home was the last place we wanted to be.  We told the grocery store who refused to move our pickup time even though they were already working on it to shove it and we got it on the way back and picked up dinner while the Mr watched his recorded football game and I got extra steps by hopping on the floor bike to get to 10,000 for the day.  I also had to suck down some water because I was TERRIBLE at it last week at the worst possible time with the vein procedure.  I have a crappy habit of platelet built up so I should've had more liquid moving through my shrinking veins.  I was religious about wearing my doc prescribed thigh high hose to keep the compression up top.  I started taking full strength aspirin so it could nip any issues in the bud so she doesn't try to tell me anything looks weird at the follow up.

Sunday I think the irritations of the week(s) were setting in.  I'm tired of brushing my teeth over a toilet or shower.  I'm tired of washing my hands in the shower.  Tired of having to settle for crap because someone else might screw it up like the crap caulking job they did before they left but the Mr thinks they'll scratch stuff trying to remove it.  So I guess I have that to look forward to in a few years to do myself because that portion of our 11K doesn't cover them doing caulking right.  My Aldi order is for today instead of yesterday which I didn't know when I placed it Saturday.  I was waiting on the new shower curtain (because words can't express the suck that is the one they provided us) and when I ordered it it said it would be ready at one time but it kicked out to the following day.  Knowing there's only one day the roofer dude can do anything this week (today) because the rest of the week is all rain which is fine with me but not conducive to people working on the roof.  Radon people are coming out tomorrow and we've gotta pay for that and I *really* feel like they didn't install the top right but I'm sure there will be some dumbass excuse as to why them resting it against the gutter is just fine.  We got our nicer temporary shower curtain and the Mr put that up.  While I folded sheets and got them straight into the new sheet storage sleeves.  Then I went into the bathroom and whilst sitting and looking around, I glance up and I see dents in the ceiling that were not there before they came in to do the install and my blood just started boiling.  I could hear the Mr thumping around in the office and when I came out, he was standing there with a broken ceramic turtle we got in Hawaii many years ago that we always loved.  It didn't occur to us that they would be using the multi-tool for some reason and things fell off of the shelves when they were vibrating the entire wall.  We just didn't think and we paid the price with something sentimental to us.  We have to find what was inside which includes a set of directions the Mr's dad had given us on our way to visit them in NY over 20 years ago.  I'm just so angry about why this crap is constantly happening to us with damage, disrespect to our property, etc.  They will be skim coating the entire ceiling and sanding it.  We're both fuming.  To work some of my fury off, I did the floor bike for over 10K steps.

Today I go back for my follow up ultrasound and I can tell you that I know it was working because there was a freaky ass red inflammation bruise 36 hours later where you could see my entire vein across my thigh.  It dissipated after but it freaked out both the Mr and I.  After they make sure all is well there, they will do my FINAL vein today in my calf.  (The one that prompted me to even do this so of course it's last.  😒)  Then I will hopefully only have to do the bottom calf high compression hose which is a lot more comfortable and I have a few pairs of toeless ones I can wear to bed tonight since it'll be a 36 hour stretch day one.  Then I'll have the immediate follow up Wednesday and my final follow up on the 4th which I moved up by two weeks because if something is going to happen, it would likely be that first two weeks and I want this (and everything else) DONE.

How was your weekend?

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