Now that I’m back on the train in to lucid town…
The part that scared me… I had a piece of bread and it tasted moldy. So I took a bit of a roll and it tasted moldy, so I threw all that away opened a new loaf of bread took one bite and THAT tasted moldy.
I was getting very upset thinking “OH no, it’s all tasting off again. It’s all poisoned again.” I’m getting one of my indicator symptoms back… Plus everything… from my bed to the curtains smells bad.
But my sis said with the heat spike in the apartment and us being gone most of the last three days, it’s not me… all bread products in the house most likely did all mold. The fruit just went to mush. Our fridge couldn’t keep up with the heat so we lost all the milk and yogurt too. My sis doesn’t even want to try the eggs.
My fish tank bloomed some algae and any moisture in the apartment mildewed the curtains, the bedding, the sofa blankets and any other cloth that was left out. This heat thing is a mess. But I was really thinking it was me. I was sure I was getting sicker. What a relief to see that no… the old radiator heater did this, it’s not my illness.
The part that made me laugh… After my nap, my sis told me that we are out of options as to where to spend the night since I was shooting down her ideas left and right.
My kid sister looked at our hissing heater and said, “If I wasn’t afraid I’d break it, I’d try and do something”
I told her, you can’t break it… it’s already broken
That is when she opened the case that hides it, got a baseball bat and just started hitting the handle of the heater. She would have hit a home run the way she was swinging. The lever snapped and swung to the off position and the steam finally stopped. Then she pulled the wires out of the switch and got a pan opened the drain valve. The heater is broken now, but it’s off. We have all summer to get it fixed.
It cheered me up to see my sis just loose it on a heater. It was like watching John Cleese beat up his car.