I probably should've known something was amiss on Friday afternoon when I got home from cabinet shopping with Yancey and Cat Door. For one thing, I was immediately irritated to find the drywall people working at the house - I was totally jonesing for a nap and this sent me into total orbit. Then, I was supposed to go out for dinner with the Badasses and seriously, it took wild horses to drag me out of the house to go. Actually, it was the fact that I had promised Jay that I would drive her since she has night blindness and couldn't drive herself. I really felt like I couldn't bail on her at the last minute so I put my big girl panties on and went.
On Saturday, I was relieved that it rained enough that we didn't have baseball practice. And we didn't do a damn thing all day other than just putz around the house.
By Sunday, I was feeling a little more like myself until after lunch. Then I started to feel run down. And my chest grew tighter. And then the coughing started.
Chachi had come into work sick three days last week. On Friday, he called in sick but was kind enough to come by to tell us that he'd finally gone to the doctor and had bronchitis. This would be after three days of him coughing all over the place including all the filing cabinets in my office. Bleh.
The good news is that I did take today off and went to the doctor and caught up on rest. In the doctor's words, roughly paraphrased, apparently I'm not as sick as I feel - I'm just really tired. Like the Friday night fire alarm fiasco and then coughing all night last night really kicked my butt. So I got antibiotics, came home and slept for an hour, and then laid around all day doing a whole lotta nothing. Oh, other than an entertaining email exchange with Mitzi about the Rock of Love II finale last night. That was fun.
A big part of this whole equation - other than just being sick for the third time in two months despite doing pretty much everything in my power to stay well - is that I'm kind of emotionally spent. The bathroom renovation is nearing eight weeks at this point and there's really nothing I can do about it. Cat Door's tile subcontractor has been a thorn in my side since day one, the glass guys are having difficulty getting the shower enclosure 100% right (hell, I'd settle for 95% right at this point) and I am kind of tired of never knowing who I'm going to find in my house when I get home. It's a fine line to walk - I know, as a contractor myself, that there is only so much control we have over subcontractors and sometimes it's frustrating as hell. Cat Door has had a lot of frustrations with the tile guys and they just aren't responsive. Replacing them really isn't an option at this point because the price they gave me to replace the floor is so doggone cheap that I could never get that anywhere else even with a bounty of sexual favors. And the glass - well, apparently this is the first such enclosure to be put in here in the city so we're the guinea pigs and it might take a while for them to get it right. I really hadn't counted on being the training ground for the glass people but I guess it is what it is.
I know when it's all said and done, it will be incredible. We will use it every day and be glad that we went through it. And hopefully I won't end up losing a friendship in the process. Joey keeps reminding me that Cat Door is doing the best he can - and he has only so much control over the subcontractors - and we have to be patient. We haven't had a ton of inconvenience, but my own personal preference is for the house not to be torn up for months on end. I want to have a brand new sparkly bathroom, he wants to do a good job, and we will make it through. Eventually.
Off to get a little rest. I suspect I'll have to drag myself into the office tomorrow so some sleep would be very helpful.