I got back to camp at about 4 pm from visiting one of my favourite friends, and was surprised to find people everywhere! I had forgotten that there was a rental group staying that weekend. I set up a heater in my room, and got the computer working in the office so I could chat to people to help time pass. The first problem arrived when I was wayliad by one of the renters and told the water was no longer working. No hot, no cold. Since I had no idea as to why it would suddenly stop working, I wasn’t much help. It wasn’t too big a problem, as the renters were leaving soon anyways but I would be without water. No water meant I could not make my supper, and had to settle for sandwitches. They were pretty good, and so I settled in the office to eat them. Then it got really cold, and I had to wrap myself in a blanket in order to stay at the computer. I had manged to get just enough water out of the taps around camp to fill some glasses for water, and as I finished the last one, my throat began to feel a bit sore.
Eventually I was tired enough to attempt sleeping, so I ambled over to my cabin and got into my sleeping bag. With nothing to read but a MEC catalog, I soon fell asleep. Two hours later I woke up with an incredibly sore throat, and a stuffed nose. I was not happy at all, and was worried I would not be able to sleep with the pain. But once again, despite the odds, I fell asleep.
I woke up again at 4 am. this time I could not even swallow. My nose was barely usable, and I was starting to drool. Once more I manage to fall asleep, this time dreading the next awakening.
At 7 am I woke up with bleary eyes, no use of my nose, and face down in a giant puddle of drool. Being all synthetic, the material of my bad did not soak up any of the drool, so it just pooled there while I slept. Fighting the anguish of being alive and so messed up, I made my way to the kitchen.
The water had turned itself back on, and I was close to being less than angry. I went to make some eggs, but found that the pilot lights on the big gas stove were out, and I had no clue how to lite them. Extreamly agitated once again, I decided to try making some coffee. It said “dark roast” on the can, which had me worried, but I thought it really couldn’t be that bad. As it brewed, I went in search of some sugar and milk. I had bought milk, and knew where it was, but I could not find any sugar. I hate coffee without sugar when it isn’t “dark roast”, so you can understand that when I took a sip, the stuff tasted like something you would squeeze out of a cat.
With my morning thouroughly ruined, I whiped out my cellphone and play a game in the sun, trying without success to breath through my nose. I hope tommorow morning is better!
08/05/2007 at 8:45 pm Permalink
Oh my…. If there was ever a need for Denny’s at camp, now is the time!