The beat goes on. Like a dirge.

I cannot even begin to describe the monstrosity that has become the past week and a half. This will require pictures:

(As I'm scanning Flickr for appropriate pictures, I have a sudden, deep urge to close out of the screen and never think about it again. This is what it's come to. Outright denial. I can't even choose a picture. I am paralyzed by the badness of it all. You think I'm joking. I am most decidedly not.)

So pretty much everything in the pictures above is fixed, minus my will to live.

And there are walls:

And even a new bathtub:

There was a lot of reading-of-directions-after-the-fact:

And me totally showing some glass tile who's boss:

But through the whole thing, there was this:

The air cast didn't work. So I went into a real cast last Thursday. It came with that horrible shoe. Allow me to go a little off-topic here: I don't wear flip-flops. Flip-flops are for showers and poolside. They are to be worn in the event of fungus, and even then I would be fine without wearing them. They are not a real shoe; they are strange pieces of foam rubber that make horrible thwacking sounds when put in motion. So the fact that I am forced to wear the most hideous flip-flop (granted, with an ankle strap, but I'm still classifying it with its thong-brothers) is one of the most humiliating things that's happened to me in a long time.

That being said, wearing this cast sucks and I have to be in it for a month. I get a new one next week and I'm hoping they have teal. It hurts to walk, it hurts to stand, it hurts when I roll over in bed. I am completely worthless when it comes to The Bathroom Disaster of 2008 and I have a lot of unresolved guilt about it.

This is when I lost my shit:

It was Sunday, less than 10 minutes before my dad was leaving. I had been tiling for a little while. Justin comes up behinds me and tells me that one panel of the glass tiles is crooked. I yelled, cried and stormed (very, very slowly) down the stairs. And that's why Justin is now in charge of putting up the tile.

So we're not done yet. Lots of tile left to go, as well as putting up two pieces of drywall and installing the mirror, the vanity and toilet. And the stick-on floor tile. And fixtures. And shower curtain. And painting. I have three more weeks in this cast and between the cast and the bathroom, I'm not sure which one will be finished first.

Comments

[Clare]

That tile looks really cool, though--I bet it's going to look awesome when it's finished.

But this pretty much illustrates why I am loath to tackle any home-improvement projects more challenging than painting a wall. (Yes, A wall. Multiple walls would be too taxing.)

[Abby]

That tile really does look amazing.
And, I have a picture of you with an eye patch. The flip flop isn't looking so bad now, is it?
And I, also, hope the Dr's office has teal. I'm almost jealous of your rainbow foot.
Hope you feel better soon, lady!

[caracolina]

I'm sorry to hear about your foot, I was hoping you'd be on the mend by now. I think the shoe thing is just funny. Actually, it could be worse - you could be laid up and immobile. If they don't have teal, maybe you can find some way to cover up the rainbows with prettier fabric scraps or yarn. And just let Justin take care of the tiles, it looks as if he has a good handle on things. You have enough to deal with right now. Always remember though, this too, will pass. Couple more months and you'll be looking back and smiling.