posted 2005/07/20 at 17:24
We've had the signal booster plugged in all this time outside of the space above the printing/matting room, and even with the temperature hitting 90 outside we haven't had the smoke alarms go off. We're still going to have an electrician come in here to look things over (since this still doesn't cover problems like the power cord for Heather's computer melting), but my father seems to think that the space between the roof and the upper floor ceiling is heating up much more than anyone thought it would at first. I'm guessing we can just put some vents to the outside up there to fix that problem, but of course that'll probably cost an arm and a leg given what the housing market's been doing lately.
Problem solved, right? Imagine my horror, then, when I go talk to Heather after getting up and she says, "Father's been having some numbness and tingling in his ..." Of course, me being in an incredibly paranoid state right now, I think, "It's his arm, he's gonna have a heart attack, no one here knows CPR, what's the number for 911?" The numbness and tingling was in one of his legs, though, and earlier today a big purple blotch appeared on the leg. He went to the doctor -- quite a rarity for him, but I guess the house situation has everyone here being super-cautious -- and it sounds like he just popped a varicose vein in his leg after doing all that driving over his "vacation." Thankfully the doctor pointed out that his health's gone to pot ever since he moved the office into the house, and he was told quite clearly -- in front of Mom, so he's got to obey -- to start eating better and exercising again.
No one needs to tell me how silly and irrational I've been acting lately. I know I'm probably blowing things way out of proportion here, and that I should do something to help myself relax. I think I do worse at relaxing than I do at having fun, though.
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