Saturday, December 16, 2006

Fun with Wet Foam

(Or, "The Intricacies of Single Life, Part 2")

Since Karolina left, there was a fresh unexpected complication with the dogs: They started urinating at home, in places where they never should have urinated, including the bed! Of course, Karolina is sure it's because other girls now (occassionally!) sleep in that bed and the dogs are marking their territory.

That means I have to be extra careful about where in the flat the dogs can go and I have to often put covers / sheets / pillows in the washing machine, often several times a week. I tried several methods how to make the dogs stop this, with no success at all. In the end, the "best solution" seems to be to leave a small pillow on the floor in the hall, specifically to be urinated upon.

But back to the funny stuff.

I also had to clean the bed mattress (foam in fabric cover) which is too big to fit into the washing machine. That meant putting the mattress in the bathtub and washing it there, manually. During this process, I banged my head on the soap holder four times and had to make sure the blood from my head doesn't drip on the mattress.

Afterward, when I drained the bathtub, it was necessary to take the wet (and thus very heavy) mattress out to the terrace to let it dry there. Of course, the mattress was dripping water at alarming rate. I planned to pick it up and run with it as fast as possible to the terrace. However, I underestimated the mattress. When I started running from bathroom to the hall, I slipped on the floor tiles (made wet just a fraction of second before thanks to the dripping water) and fell on the ground very painfully, the mattress falling on me and making the whole hall really wet.

Wait, that's not all.

After I left the mattress on the terrace for two days, it seemed dry and I put it back into the bed. "Seemed" is the key word here because I greatly underestimated the capacity of the foam mattress to retain water.

When I awoke the next day, my back hurt like hell (in addition to other parts of my body hurting from banging my head and falling in the hall) and it seemed the dogs urinated right in the middle of the bed. Wrong. It was water that got squished from the mattress on which I slept the whole night.

Additionally to the back-ache, I got nasty cold the same day. I couldn't swallow anything for the next three days and I had interesting hallucinations. And my bedroom smelled like decaying wet rags.

12 comments:

fk- said...

True story.

Luke said...

Potrebujes zenskou, Fanousi.

Kuruteku said...

I laughed. A lot. Thanx.

Teke said...

Teda, koukám, že vy chlapi jste bez ženský fakt vedle. :-) Ale jedno pozitivum to má. Já se snad ještě neučím anglicky nebo co. :-D

Anonymous said...

@Teke: nestačilo by naučit se česky?

mizuki said...

jestli to není nějaká kletba!

teke said...

To anonymous: Stačilo, ale co chtít v půl třetí ráno? :-)

Eso said...

It's like cartoon comedy :))

Anonymous said...

@eso: Life is quite often much better then a cartoon comedy.. Standa.

EL said...

You're a programmer, right? That explains a lot. (I'm a programmer myself).

To stop the dogs from urinating everywhere, you have to put their noses into the shit (I mean urine, of course) and beat them. They don't understand the psychological mumbo jumbo...

Anonymous said...

hua hua - to je snad jeste lepsi nez Ostravak:-)

Anonymous said...

How can one be so stupid (even when being a programmer) ?