Even in my hangover state, I could not deny it was my doing
I could swear I had dislocated my hip joint when I woke up; I must have fallen the previous night, but my memory was hazy. Going out now is very different now that I am in my thirties. One Friday night out, and I will pay for it the whole weekend. Last Friday, I went out with my friends and could barely get out of bed on Saturday. The cold woke me up, so I dragged myself to the digital thermostat. I needed clarification on why the electric heat pump had switched off, and when I switched it on again, it switched off after a few minutes. I just wore a sweater, added an extra duvet, and continued sleeping. I called the local service provider at around noon on Saturday. After inspecting the cooling equipment, the cooling technician informed me that I had neglected the climate control system by not calling the cooling corporation for quality AC service and maintenance, which could have easily prevented the breakdown and saved me the repair cost. It was true that I had ignored what was once quality HVAC. I only called the HVAC business for AC filters and other such things. I could only get away from a/c care for so long. The HVAC contractor told me that if I had let it go any further, I would have been forced to buy a new cooling unit that utilized the same cooling technology if I so wished. Even in my hangover state, I could not deny it was my doing. The cooling specialist worked on the HVAC installation until it could help with indoor comfort. When he left, I dragged myself to bed, but not before I sprayed a pain balm on the affected area. Once I was up, I called my friends to find out what had happened.