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rootofnewtSo...
I'm sitting on the couch, half-heartedly watching Stargate SG-1 and chatting on IRC. Normal night. My connection dies, I think nothing of it until the dialer can't find a dial tone. I check line two, switch over to that, and plug line one into the phone. No tone. I go check the non-electric phone. No tone.
I say crap, double check all the wall connections. No problem. Think about going outside, but it's cold and snowy and I'm not wearing pants.
A few minutes later, I check line one again. MAJOR static. crap. So, I pull on pants, look outside, judge there to be four inches, pull on sneakers. Who needs socks? I walk around the house, collecting screw drivers, a line tester, a flashlight, and a non-electric telephone with a short cord.
I go outside, step off the porch into 6-7" of snow. My ankles curse me. I walk halfway around the house and realize the flashlight is still inside. Go inside, track snow across living room, get light, go back out. Ankles curse me some more.
I crouch down and see that the box is fasted by a screw *AND* a hex bolt. I don't feel like trudging over to the car and finding the socket wrench set, so I hope the bolt isn't tight. Fortunately, I can unscrew it with my nails. I do so, then unscrew the screw. Open the box. Test both lines, the polarity is reversed. Realize the last time I noticed this, I was too high on dilaudid to (a) remember, or (b) fix it. Decide I'm too damn cold to do it tonight. Both lines have a clear dial tone. Curse the gods that be, the problem is either already resolved or internal. Really hope it's not internal.
Put flashlight in mouth. Realize the taste of black rubber. Allergic to rubber. Allergic to rubber accelerants. Allergic to PPD, the black dye used in black rubber. Hope that I'm not actually anaphylactic to black rubber, which is far more processed than latex used for gloves. Say "shit," hear flashlight hit the snow. Curse and screw things back together in the dark. Gather up stuff, think about leaving flashlight but grab it grudgingly, trudge through snow, take off wet clothing, put most stuff away. Forget about evil flashlight.
Sit down, reboot the computer. Check lines. All normal. Sigh and curse.
Realize as I'm relaying the story on IRC that my lips are itchy... and swollen. Mouth very itchy. Swallowing is difficult.
Yeah.
Curse some more, run to find some ephedrine. Remember that I've neglected to buy another inhaler. Curse. Realize I have no caffeine pills, either. Do not want to take epinephrine injection, as that usually necessitates a hospital visit. With this much snow, that's not feasible. Finally unearth some ephedrine tablets. Take them immediately, hope that they work quickly.
Sit back down. Hives.
Curse some more, run to steal one of boy's instant loratidine tabs, hope they aren't too extended release.
Then I sit back down and breathe.
So... the Alavert tabs taste like horrific spearmint hell and contain aspartame, which gives me headaches. So does ephedrine (tension headaches, not vascular). The ephedrine jitters have hit me, as have menstrual cramps. We all know that my premenstrual moods are dark and evil. And now I'm not going to be able to sleep.
My throat swelling has gone down. The hives haven't. And my lips still itch horribly.
I wish I wasn't allergic to diphenhydramine.
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explodingcat can bag the flashlight (it's on top of the tv) and anyone local can have it. It's small and perfectly good, so I don't want to trash it. But since I reacted to it within five minutes, it's gotta go.
If I'm bitchy today, please forgive me. I'll try to remove myself from the computer if it gets bad, but I'd rather distract myself here than destroy my house. ;)
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I'm sitting on the couch, half-heartedly watching Stargate SG-1 and chatting on IRC. Normal night. My connection dies, I think nothing of it until the dialer can't find a dial tone. I check line two, switch over to that, and plug line one into the phone. No tone. I go check the non-electric phone. No tone.
I say crap, double check all the wall connections. No problem. Think about going outside, but it's cold and snowy and I'm not wearing pants.
A few minutes later, I check line one again. MAJOR static. crap. So, I pull on pants, look outside, judge there to be four inches, pull on sneakers. Who needs socks? I walk around the house, collecting screw drivers, a line tester, a flashlight, and a non-electric telephone with a short cord.
I go outside, step off the porch into 6-7" of snow. My ankles curse me. I walk halfway around the house and realize the flashlight is still inside. Go inside, track snow across living room, get light, go back out. Ankles curse me some more.
I crouch down and see that the box is fasted by a screw *AND* a hex bolt. I don't feel like trudging over to the car and finding the socket wrench set, so I hope the bolt isn't tight. Fortunately, I can unscrew it with my nails. I do so, then unscrew the screw. Open the box. Test both lines, the polarity is reversed. Realize the last time I noticed this, I was too high on dilaudid to (a) remember, or (b) fix it. Decide I'm too damn cold to do it tonight. Both lines have a clear dial tone. Curse the gods that be, the problem is either already resolved or internal. Really hope it's not internal.
Put flashlight in mouth. Realize the taste of black rubber. Allergic to rubber. Allergic to rubber accelerants. Allergic to PPD, the black dye used in black rubber. Hope that I'm not actually anaphylactic to black rubber, which is far more processed than latex used for gloves. Say "shit," hear flashlight hit the snow. Curse and screw things back together in the dark. Gather up stuff, think about leaving flashlight but grab it grudgingly, trudge through snow, take off wet clothing, put most stuff away. Forget about evil flashlight.
Sit down, reboot the computer. Check lines. All normal. Sigh and curse.
Realize as I'm relaying the story on IRC that my lips are itchy... and swollen. Mouth very itchy. Swallowing is difficult.
Yeah.
Curse some more, run to find some ephedrine. Remember that I've neglected to buy another inhaler. Curse. Realize I have no caffeine pills, either. Do not want to take epinephrine injection, as that usually necessitates a hospital visit. With this much snow, that's not feasible. Finally unearth some ephedrine tablets. Take them immediately, hope that they work quickly.
Sit back down. Hives.
Curse some more, run to steal one of boy's instant loratidine tabs, hope they aren't too extended release.
Then I sit back down and breathe.
So... the Alavert tabs taste like horrific spearmint hell and contain aspartame, which gives me headaches. So does ephedrine (tension headaches, not vascular). The ephedrine jitters have hit me, as have menstrual cramps. We all know that my premenstrual moods are dark and evil. And now I'm not going to be able to sleep.
My throat swelling has gone down. The hives haven't. And my lips still itch horribly.
I wish I wasn't allergic to diphenhydramine.
explodingcat can bag the flashlight (it's on top of the tv) and anyone local can have it. It's small and perfectly good, so I don't want to trash it. But since I reacted to it within five minutes, it's gotta go.If I'm bitchy today, please forgive me. I'll try to remove myself from the computer if it gets bad, but I'd rather distract myself here than destroy my house. ;)
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Date: 2003-02-06 11:47 pm (UTC)i normally fix it when i see it, but dilaudid prevented that the first time... i was probably on fentanyl, too, so i don't even know HOW i got into the box then. ;) this time, the 7" of snow prevented me from sitting out there and rewiring the box.
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Date: 2003-02-06 11:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-07 04:46 am (UTC)Hives? Ugg. (Hee.) I last had them when I was 4. They had to strap me to a rocking chair to keep me from scratching. Ugg.