Let me tell you about my day yesterday.
Mind you, this isn't an attempt to gain sympathy, but honestly, it was the day from Hell! If not for Ryan, I more than likely would've collapsed on my ruined carpet and cried.
I woke up yesterday to a thunderstorm going on right outside my window, which i enjoyed because rain helps me sleep, and i really needed to catch up on mine. I noticed I'd missed a bunch of phone calls from my mom on my cell, so I checked my voicemail just to learn there'd been a death in the family and I would have to fly to tulsa almost immeadiately.
I went back to sleep, mostly becuase I didn't want to deal with the news I'd jsut been dealt. However, when I woke up again at noon, I looked out my window to see not only the pool at my complex overflowing, but my back patio was now a virtual pond, cresting the threshold to both my storage unit and my back door.... and when I walked to the back door to get a better look, my foot sank into soaking wet carpet.
The water continued to rise for about an hour or so, and by that time, 2/3 of my apartment was water-logged, and my bedroom carpet was wet as well because rain had actually seeped THROUGH my wall. I spent the next few hours frantically dissembling my furniture, entertainment center, etc... to try to get it up and out of the water.
Once that was done, I went about shoving towels in the drains on my patio that was allowing water to run INTO my back porch instead of OUT as they were designed to do. One the drains were halfway clogged, I used a trashcan I had borrowed from my apartment's leadsing office to scoop out the water that was well above my ankles. Luckily, my upstairs neighbor heard the commotion i was making and came downstairs to help me. God bless him.
As soon as we were done scooping water out of the patio, a carpeting company showed up to rip out my carpet padding and try to wet-vac my apartment... but it was so wet that almost 24 hours later, my carpet is still soaked through. But thankfully, right as this was going on Ryan showed up (he left work 4 hours early to come help me), and it was about at that point I lost it. I had only been up out of bed about 5 hours, but it felt like 20. Emotionally and physically drained, I just sat down on the edge of my piled-high furniture and put my head in my hands.
Today my body aches, and I now have to pack to go to tulsa for a funeral. go figure. I just hope i make it! | 
