Today’s entry will be brief. I want only to leave some sort of record, so that when my body is discovered later this evening, crushed under a radiator I wrenched from the floor with my bare hands before succumbing to a massive brain aneurysm, someone will be able to tell Scott what happened.
I have a headache, some sort of terrible headache that seems to be edging toward migraine territory, and the radiators in my apartment currently house the following:
-A dispirited songbird
-An irritable steam engine
-Assorted teakettles
-Jacob Marley
I can handle the songbird, and even the teakettles are kind of pleasant and home-y sounding, but that steam engine is working my last nerve, the one throbbing in my temple. And just when I have retired to the bedroom with a bag of frozen edamame over my eyes and two christless, useless, pregnancy-safe Tylenol in my gullet, CLANG CLANG CLANG—Jacob Marley starts in with his chains.
I don’t know what is wrong with the radiators now, but it’s not half of what will be wrong when I’m through with them.
I leave my books to Scott, my unpublished writings to my best friend Dessa, and my remaining worldly possessions to Lennie, my devoted cat and helpmate.
Good night.
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Hope it gets better soon for you. Bad headaches are awful.
It’s due to water hammering, which is caused when air gets in the radiators. My dad had this key thing that he would use to let the air out. My old apartment had permanently installed things that would let it out when it got bad.
My bad, I googled it and it’s caused by *lack* of air. I remembered air had something to do with it.
So… bad day?
I am so sorry that you are describing my head aches 4 days before i received those 2 lines..i REALLY thought i was dying. I was sure my temples were going to explode from the pressures. I hope sleep wards it off
Oh, you poor thing. I know the pain of a migraine and those Tylenol are shit.
Hope you feel better tomorrow.
Get some rest, feel better in the am.
This observation does precisely nothing to help you in your current pained situation, but A Christmas Carol is one of my favorite books. I reread it every year. Because it contains such lines as the one in your post title. And it makes my heart chirp contentedly.
Ugh, I hope you were able to get some peace and quiet to drift off. I would be one grouchy chick!
Radiators? How charming.
I love A Christmas Carol so so much. But I have to admit that the bestest thing in all the world would be A Muppets Christmas Carol. I’ve been know to watch it in April.
Hope you feel better soon.
Marley lives in our radiators too. Awesome when he starts up in the middle of the night in the baby’s room.
I have to tell you that I checked my stats this morning and somebody found my blog by searching for “alexa mukluk.” I don’t know what they were looking for but I’m guessing not this (http://citygirltales.blogspot.com/2006/11/forgive-me-alexa.html).
Might I suggest a fan on the closet to drown out the sound a bit?
Hopefully, your radiators came with a little key. If not, you can probably buy something that will fit for cheap at Home Depot. There’s an air valve at the top. Ideally, you want to find the radiator furthest away from the boiler, and open that valve (with a bucket nearby), letting air out until there is no more, and you just get a stream of water. Then turn the key back and stop the flow! It should shut your radiators right up.
Yours,
The Pregnant One Who Would Be a Lesbian Except for the Sexual Preference Issue
Jacob Marley in your radiator makes me laugh. Here’s to hoping tomorrow (today) is better and less headache-y.
I do hope OL’s advice and others has done some good and that you have rested peacefully and that Marley and his chains have moved on.