We’re moving, on one solitary condition that they replace the piece of shit carpet in the place. It’s torn, it’s old, it has zero padding left and most of all it’s grimy to the point of no redemption.
As we’re moving within building it’s policy that they don’t fix a lot of problems and let them get resolved through work orders, but the place seems to have little to do beyond getting rid of that piece of shit carpet.
We also took a nice trip to the Emergency Room as my wife checked off about four of the common side-effects to clarithromycin, which was supposed to be to treat her ‘strep throat’. The ER doc was the one to actually swab her throat (you know the 48-hour test over the differential diagnosis that involves multiple drugs and oh look adverse reactions). He said that it could well be Mono, which would explain why the antibiotics have done diddly squat and possibly why I only have a mild sore throat (I have lethargy but that’s a mix of working construction, staying up late – now with the excuse of caring for a sicky – and the inability to nap).