Baaaaarrffffff...

Barf...
Is pretty much all I did for the last three days. I had some wicked, brutal, amazing technicolour food poisoning from Tuesday morning until today. My lovely wonderful mother took care of me, debated whether we should go to emergency after day two of not being able to keep water down, tucked me in, gave me ice cubes, and was generally an absolute blessing. Thanks so much, Mom, if you're reading this. Also, I'm really sorry about your bathroom. And the bath mat. And the bedspread. And the sheets. And the bed. And the area leading to the bed. And your dog.
(For the record, she did describe me as "The Exorcist" to my aunt on the phone).
And I thought this was the worst thing that could happen this week.

Aaaaand... the heating is busted.

It's bloody freezing in our apartment. The thermostat is cranked to 30, but I promise you, it is definitely not. The only reason I can feel my fingers is the copious amounts of wine I have drunk this evening, whilst watching "Serenity". Such a great movie, laughed my butt off at the outtakes. Or I would have if I still had a butt... I went climbing with mon frere extraordinaire today for about 3 hours and while it was fantastic, I am in an significant amount of pain right now. Bne was very philisophical about the thermostat breaking on one of the coldest days so far this year...
"So your plumbing finally got fixed and hell froze over."
Damn it. So succinct. So... funny.
We call the landlord tomorrow. I will be taking bets as to how long it will take to get this latest problem fixed. Last time was 5 months. This time? I'm really hoping for one month, as it is supposed to be fairly cold this winter.
In other news, this week was quite interesting, with both highlights and lowlights. Working at a cancer centre can be a bit hard on your emotions. Last night, mon frere told a very funny joke in the elevator as we were headed up to the apartment, and I started laughing very, very hard... And then, just like that, it switched to big soggy cryings, which is a very strange experience. He is a big sweetie. I won't say too much because I don't want to embarrass the big lug, but whoever ends up with him will be a very lucky person indeed.
On a high note, the firefighters from the Hot Stuff calendar were at the hospital on Thursday, signing the calendar. And I'm going to say this right now: Ladies (and gentlemen, if your tastes are so inclined), buy this calendar. It is for a wonderful cause (100% of proceeds go to the Foothills Burn Unit), and also? These guys were absolutely lovely. They were friendly, polite, kind and generous. They were there to raise money for their fund, and they ended up buying tickets from me for the charity raffle our unit is holding for our cancer family (BTW if you want tix, call me... It's 3 for $5 and the first prize is a signed Calgary Flames jersey). Because of them, I raised about 40 dollars in one hour. So yes. Please support them. Also, it really didn't hurt that they are quite easy on the eyes. And now? I go to sleep with mittens on. Sometimes I really hate my apartment...