I need more Zantac.
I have what I shall refer to as Anxiety Stomach.
This is some sort of hereditary torture during which my stomach feels like it’s full of acid, and I may barf acid out of my nose if I move to swiftly. (It’s similar to morning sickness actually.)
My dad gets the same thing, upset stomach from stress.
I don’t know why it’s stressing me out so much. I mean it’s not the end of the world, but I can’t help the way I feel!
It’s funny–with the Zoloft I cannot have obsessive panicked thoughts over it. I feel calm about it. Yet my stomach still goes into stress mode. Weird.
The insurance adjuster hasn’t called yet. Today is Monday, so hopefully we’ll here something today.
I was panicking yesterday and worrying that they will tell us they can’t fix everything and we just need to move. That won’t happen, right? Tyler swears it won’t. Of course he is worried about nothing, because he never worries about anything. Opposites attract and all…
In reality the rest of the house is fine. We’re warm. The plumbing works. The main part of the house is pretty and well built. It’s not like the cabin, where we couldn’t escape from cold. It’s 12 degrees out right now and I’m comfortable sitting here in a t-shirt.
The contractor told me that he just needed to replace that one wall in the kitchen and the floor. (This was before we discovered the other two leaks.)
That means the replaced half of the kitchen won’t match the “antique” cabinets and wallpaper on the other three walls. That would suck.
But Tyler told me when his grandma recently had her kitchen redone due to water damage from a leaking pipe the insurance paid for all the cabinets to be replaced because they couldn’t buy matching replacements for the one ruined area. Do I dare hope our insurance adjuster will say the same thing?
If I got a nice, new kitchen out of this I would be thrilled! I’m sure the chances are slim to none that they would get rid of the horribly ugly drop ceiling, but at least nice clean cabinets and sparkling fresh linoleum would make me happy. And fresh counter tops that aren’t 50 years old!! It would be so clean.
I mean it wasn’t dirty before, but you know how old stuff gets worn? No matter how much you scrub it, there are still stains and caked on grime from years past. The cabinets here have frustrated me the most. They’re super old, and while they look kind of cool…the inside of the drawers are stained a little, and they produce sawdust that falls on the dishes from the drawers above. It’s annoying. I put liners in the drawers, but they wrinkle up and it’s just frustrating. The kids mess them up constantly. Nice clean cabinets would be amazing.
So that’s looking on the bright side.
I still might throw up.
I think I have PTSD from the cabin experience.