I woke up one morning last week, and it was all I could do to pull myself out of bed.
I was sure I was running a raging fever.
My body ached, my head felt like it was too heavy to hold up, and my allergies were at their worst. I drug myself out of bed and got into a cool shower. I was hoping it would revive me, but nothing changed. That’s when I realized my body wasn’t working against me, but it was rebelling the heat in the house. While I slept, the air conditioning unit had quit working. I called the HVAC company and told them I needed an emergency repair. I had the ceiling fans on high, hoping to get some air movement. An hour later, the HVAC technician was in my house. He said he didn’t know if he could repair the air conditioner, but he may be able to get it working until we could get a new air conditioning unit in the house. My husband got home about the same time as the HVAC technician was talking. He worked as a night nurse in the emergency room. We knew our air conditioning unit was getting old, and he asked how long it would take to get the new air conditioning unit. He said if we had to order it, it could take up to a week. If they had one in the showroom, it could be the next day. He nodded and told him to let us know. We were going to buy a window air conditioner to get us through. We went to town minutes after the HVAC technician left.