Monday June 28, 2004
The whirlwind of activity today included physiotherapy, chats with my legal representative at Queen's, an inspection of my crumbling abode by Property Standards and, last but not least:VOTING.
The liver is more unhappy and I am not happy that it is not happy. I am hoping that going back to the regimen that got it on the recovery track will prove to be enough attention for a bit. Also, that getting this week's hearing over and done with will be helpful as well - on the done side, that is. I really do miss meat, though.
The technical issues surrounding preparation of my audio evidence threaten to exceed my patience. Don't even ask I do have a fallback plan now, thanks to my friend Larissa, so I'm not as panicked as I was thinking I'd be.
The weekend was rough internally speaking. I guess I was premature in estimating my level of equilibrium. Oh, yes: the rollercoaster has started back up. Whee!
Back to the apartment crusade, battle, hassles... call them what you will. The inspection of the building confirmed my suspicions about the black sticky substance covering a portion of the floor of the utility room adjacent to my kitchen.
"That's fuel oil," the nice inspector told me. Not good for people living close to it I don't believe. Could be the reason I have been under the weather for such a long time here in Kingston, huh? Wonder if it would have an impact on my poor liver as well? Anybody out there know anything about environmental toxins?
An order of violation is in the works (again) and I have a slew of problems (less serious, but valid in any case) that I am to request the landlord address. These would become a violation in the case of no or insufficient response after a reasonable period of time.
More work for me, but part of the game.
If you'd like to come and provide moral support (or kleenex?), the hearing is scheduled for 10 am Wednesday, June 30 at 216 Elliott Ave, east of Division St.
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