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I had to clear the bathroom before bed of as much as I could do on my own. It's all piled in the kitchen, blocking everything but the fridge as I write. Akl of this was made so much harder by the right legn ot wanting to bear weight thing and the lung situation. I got much worse overnight. The cats were really sweet about it. I managed to break the brand new toilet seat by moving wrong on it, so now it pinches and moves under me when i sit on it. I had to get up when squirrel got home to get him to help with things I couldn't move myself.

I then lay in bed struggling to breath and watching 120 BPM. It urns out I emphatically can't ugly cry and breathe at the same time, which terrified poor Livia. I didn't find her until lunchtime, when it turned out she was hiding from the sounds and then later the contractors in the cat cave under my desk. I discovered her whereabouts by accidentally jabbing her with my foot, but after some thought she decided curing up with my foot was not the worst thing that could happen, and certainly better than making a dash for it with the contractors loose in the apartment.

They are putting in the exciting new washer and dryer today. No more propping the dryer closed. They are high tech and energy efficient. They are so big they had trouble getting them through the bathroom door.

Update: So you know how my lungs were getting worse again? Today the renovation involved fumes (they put a cookie sheet of cups and small glasses and the like on the stove and left to go get something. I smelled plastic melting. They'd accidentally turned both burners on high. I wasn't fast enough to save two of the cups and the cookie sheet. Or my lungs), tons of kicked up dust (washer and dryer installation), and saw dust from when they had to widen the space for the microwave hood. They couldn't turn on the hood until they installed the new one.

I couldn't breathe. I hid in my room with the air filter and air conditioner on their highest setting. Coughing, coughing, coughing. Struggling for breath. Trying not to throw up. They did leave the bathroom fan on, and open doors and window for the fumes, and when I managed to stagger out to cope with the wreckage, I discovered they'd left the hood on high too, which was kind.

They'd done a cursory sweep of the bathroom, but it wasn't even close to enough so I did another lung treatment and staggered around on little mermaid every step is being stabbed with knives feet, trying to get the floor clean enough to start putting the things still blocking most of the kitchen back. I but the low table back and was sitting on the floor comforting Tavy while I tried to get the tall fan properly aligned, when Squirrel wandered out. He was kind enough to carry he little bookshelf in for me. I still need to find all the missing things and clear the debris and sort the massive magazine mess and do the dishes that got messed up and put the things away that go on the high shelf and clean in there before the kitchen's usable for actual kitchen type things like making food.

I'm exhausted. I'm too sick to sleep properly. Hours of non stop coughing wears me out. I can't breath properly, and I spent all the gas money on yogurt because that, rice, and crackers are all I've been able to manage for a week or more.

I want juice and magic soup.

I'm not even going to try with impeachment tonight. Sorry.

Update: Squirrel fed me and put the glassware back up in the high cupboard.

The Imperial couple now interpret any unexpected noise in daylight as a return of the contractors and make a dash for their room. Now the sun is going down, Tavy has calmed enough for a sofa nap.

I'm going to medicate the shit out of myself and take a bath.