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Today there is good news and bad news.

The good news is that the inflammation is down enough so that I can sleep, and boy am I making up for lost time. In fact, it's really hard for me to do anything but sleep right now.

The bad news is that the sleep made my brain just alert enough to realise that I really do have no hot water. I'm totally incapable of dealing with the fact that I have no hot water, too. I need a hot water fairy to come and sort it out. I don't think there are hot water fairies. My hair so needs washing. I so want a warm bath to soothe my skin. I think that August is a bad month for me. I think I might go back to sleep.

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Update:

Karen and Chris came round and triaged my water system. It is dead and in need of burial. They contacted the plumber for me and rearranged my room so the plumber can access my system and it will all happen.

I get a field trip to a neighbours for a hot shower and washing of clothes tomorrow. Then I sleep and sleep and sleep.

If anyone needs money from me soon, they will look in vain for I have none.

All this has left me tired and shaking - how easily discomposed our selves are when we are unwell. It's more bed for me.