Monday, November 24, 2008

Water and Blood and Creepy Clowns! Oh My!

What a strange couple of days. I'm not exactly sure how these things come about as they do, but here is what happened to me.

I woke up Sunday morning, tired from Saturday. I had spent several, meaning 6 or 7, hours at the theater, conducting a hair and makeup/costume day for the play that I'm directing "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever". Generally, Sunday would be my relaxation day. Church in the morning followed by an afternoon for a nap or laundry or whatever else I'd like to do.. followed in the evening by church again. Yesterday turned out a bit differently than this.

My mother and I were in the dining room discussing Thanksgiving menus. I had just finished washing my cereal bowl and had sat down to resume the discussion when we heard a swishing sound. It was muffled, but sounded close. Within 5 seconds I realized where it was coming from and scurried over to the sink and opened the cabinet to see gallons of water spraying from beneath the sink. I was still in my bathrobe, but I quickly pulled out everything stored underneath the sink and began dumping out buckets of cleaning supplies to use as water catchers. Once I realized there was no valve underneath the sink to turn off the water, I directed my mother to find the water valve outside the house. This took several minutes and involved looking underneath the house. The water was hot, steaming up my glasses while also spraying me so I couldn't see. I was grateful that I had recently emptied several large shoebox size plastic containers containing movies that I was able to grab and use for water catching too. In the end, I was able to catch probably about 7 gallons of water that would have been on the floor. Unfortunately, there was at least twice that much covering our kitchen, dining room, and living room. The clean up took several hours. Water filled the bottom of all our kitchen cabinets, soaked through the panelled walls and into the carpeted living room about 4 feet, into the dining area and around the computer. The good news is that the computer tower does not sit on the floor, and the piano and electronics in the living room had just recently been moved away from the affected wall. My brother and dad were hunting and had to be called to come home. This took a long while. My sister and her boyfriend had to be called. She was hungover.. and she'd kill me for telling on her.. getting her up and over to help us also took a good long while. Somewhere in all of this I managed to put on some clothing and verify nothing highly valuable was destroyed. Then the dog got out. Good grief! Who left the door open? Melissa? We ran after her barefooted and managed to catch her after several minutes. She just wanted to meet the neighbor dogs. Okay.. dog goes into the bathroom.

Next comes the part where we realize that water has gone into the living room through the wall. My brother and sister help move items away from the wall and we pull up the carpet and padding to see how far the damage goes. Mom and Dad have been wanting to take out the carpet anyway.. Now is the time!! We all decide that we will go ahead and cut out the section of wet carpet and let it dry outside and then possibly set it back in until arrangements can be made. The wet carpet cannot stay there. I have cut carpet several times without issue. I volunteered because I wanted it to be cut on the grain so it would be straight and not fray little pieces everywhere. What I didn't count on was the million year old carpet. In a split second time the utility knife came back at me and gashed me in the knee. Good grief! I acted fairly quickly and got it closed up so it wouldn't bleed, but not for long. I've never, in my life, cut myself with a utility knife, but I had to do it today... in front of my family. All I wanted was a day of relaxtion. After several minutes of being teased, mom returned from the store with butterfly bandages. They did nothing. We tried liquid bandage. It did nothing. As if finding a plumber on Sunday was hard enough, now we had to call around to see if they do stitches at urgency care. I did not want to pay to go to the hospital.

We headed to the Salmon Creek branch of Vancouver Clinic, my knee wrapped up but still bleeding. I was amazed at the sparseness of the patients. It took several minutes for the receptionist to figure out how to input all of my information. I told her about my injury and about out house emergency. She told us that it was her first day being by herself and how her toilet overflowed caused from Karma for dating someone who's ex didn't like her. Not quite sure how that was the same. Truly this girl needs someone to help her with counter-side manner. As if that wasn't bad enough, I felt dirty from gross water, my legs were not shaved (which I was well aware of) and I never even got to brush my teeth. I walked back with the creepy mannered male nurse to take the temp. When he heard I cut my knee, his comment involved .. was it while shaving? I was livid. What?! Was he commenting on my hairy legs?! ... Of course he wasn't. But what a thing to say. THEN.. he kept trying to make small talk.. forgetting gloves.. staring at my wound.. not getting anything to put on it at all.. I'M BLEEDING HERE! Somehow it comes out in several minutes there that I do theater and that I work for Head Start. He asks if I know so-and-so and this person and that person. No. No. No. Yes. No. Eucgh. Where is the doctor? OH! You do theater??? Well, I play scary clowns in a haunted house. .. Euck. Ooooookay. Well. As if you weren't naturally creepy enough, now I can picture you in nightmarish clown makeup. Just what I wanted in a nurse. I was so relieved the doctor turned out to be normal.. and helpful. I ended up getting two staples in my knee. I don't think, however, that I will be going back there to be getting them out.

Our house is a mess. Water went into our heating vents underneath the house. The heater is okay, but now the house smells a little like a wet dog. Euck. My knee isn't too bad.. just a little uncomfortable. To be honest, I'm more worried that I won't be able to help put down the tile or whatever my parents decide because of my staples. I was the one who did it before. I did figure out who has common sense and who has the DIY knowledge in my family. That is useful information. I'm still tired. I never did get my day of relaxation. I did, however, finally get my shower..... and to shave my legs!! =)

6 comments:

dotoner said...

Good Grief - what a day!!!!

Goofy said...

Dorinda got slammed in the leg by a theater seat, which hit bone, I got a nail to the foot and it hit bone, you've got staples in your knee, a wet house and had to deal with a Killer Klown nurse...
Yikes...
I refuse to ask what's next. That would just be tempting "worse".

Angela said...

A nail in the foot!? How'd you do that? Sorry I never made it to the theater. Instead I saved my mother from a nervous breakdown, did some internet searching and spent a while at lowes. I'm just glad we aren't having Thanksgiving at our house this year. Just wish I had tommorrow off, but ah well! How's your leg doing Dorin? Hope you're taking it easy at the gym. Are you going to the new one?

annaliese said...

I broke a nail. not sure that's the same, though...

Amy said...

Oh goodness! This is the funniest (sorry!) story I've heard in a long time. So sorry you had to go through it though... :(

Angela said...

As an addendum, my doctor said never to go to that clinic again! She didn't have to tell me! She told me she wouldn't have put in staples. It hurt a lot more to get them out and unfortunately the staple wound was more annoying than the rest. At least they are gone. I only wish we could get this wood laminate down.