There are days when my life totally sucks
Sep. 7th, 2009 01:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
danceswithgaryStupidest invention in the world: Self-cleaning ovens
Stupidest person in the world: Husband who uses self-cleaning oven over protests that the house will fill with smoke that will cause coughing and wheezing
I'm currently sequestered in my bedroom where I retreated, towel stuffed into the crack at the bottom of the door. I've been here for four hours, first three of which were spent drugged unconscious in an attempt to calm down the coughing and headache. I emerged long enough to take a shower and confirm that the air was still toxic to me. Turning on the air-conditioning was an ill-advised experiment that resulted in cycling the still obnoxious smells into my bedroom. I'm back to all windows open and fans.
This is not the first time we've had an argument about his desire to kill me via smoke and fumes. It's the first time I've lost on the oven issue, although I've previously lost on paint and cleaning products.
It hurts to breathe and my head is killing me and I can't simply go outside because of the sun and the mosquitoes lurking in the shade (insect repellent and sun screen are guaranteed to cause further problems). Going shopping in a nice air-conditioned store or mall exposes me to people who wear perfumes and exude infectious particles. Even when the air finally clears, my couch will still smell, likely for days. My husband reeks of the fumes and I sent him out of the room when he came in to insist that he had to put me through this torture because whatever was spilled in the oven would smoke every time he used it. Yes, it would, but not to the same extent.
I dashed out long enough to grab some drink, food and my laptop (quite amusing - my hobbling about at something less than high-speed). I have about an hour or so on the battery. Will engage in next commando raid then for power cord, but nothing will make up for having to sit in a highly uncomfortable Ikea contraption masquerading as a chair.
I hate this.
Stupidest person in the world: Husband who uses self-cleaning oven over protests that the house will fill with smoke that will cause coughing and wheezing
I'm currently sequestered in my bedroom where I retreated, towel stuffed into the crack at the bottom of the door. I've been here for four hours, first three of which were spent drugged unconscious in an attempt to calm down the coughing and headache. I emerged long enough to take a shower and confirm that the air was still toxic to me. Turning on the air-conditioning was an ill-advised experiment that resulted in cycling the still obnoxious smells into my bedroom. I'm back to all windows open and fans.
This is not the first time we've had an argument about his desire to kill me via smoke and fumes. It's the first time I've lost on the oven issue, although I've previously lost on paint and cleaning products.
It hurts to breathe and my head is killing me and I can't simply go outside because of the sun and the mosquitoes lurking in the shade (insect repellent and sun screen are guaranteed to cause further problems). Going shopping in a nice air-conditioned store or mall exposes me to people who wear perfumes and exude infectious particles. Even when the air finally clears, my couch will still smell, likely for days. My husband reeks of the fumes and I sent him out of the room when he came in to insist that he had to put me through this torture because whatever was spilled in the oven would smoke every time he used it. Yes, it would, but not to the same extent.
I dashed out long enough to grab some drink, food and my laptop (quite amusing - my hobbling about at something less than high-speed). I have about an hour or so on the battery. Will engage in next commando raid then for power cord, but nothing will make up for having to sit in a highly uncomfortable Ikea contraption masquerading as a chair.
I hate this.
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Date: 2009-09-07 05:44 pm (UTC)Chronic pain and sensitivity to the enviornment SUCKS. And what's worse, it seems like no one understands that it's not that you don't want to do normal things, it's that you simply can't.
Hang in there.
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Date: 2009-09-07 06:04 pm (UTC)Maybe you can plan ahead for the next time he does this?
Perhaps plan on staying in a nice hotel with room service and a spa (he's welcome to join you after a shower and change of clothes) for the weekend while the house airs out? 8-)
ETA: And free wi-fi, of course.
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Date: 2009-09-07 06:15 pm (UTC)And Ikea chairs just don't do it on the comfy scale, do they? I hope you're feeling better!
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Date: 2009-09-07 07:31 pm (UTC)poor you, sounds like a seriously shite day!
*huggles* :)
xxxx
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Date: 2009-09-07 08:48 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2009-09-07 09:30 pm (UTC)Husbands. You gotta love them, or they'd be a race on the brink of extinction.
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Date: 2009-09-07 10:34 pm (UTC)*huffs in annoyanc*
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