There’s no lack of drama around here lately. The Sunday flood issues (see previous post) are still being resolved.
Sunday evening my landlord finally called me back and said they’d be by again on Monday to work on drying the carpet some more. So at 9:30pm, I drag my mattress (futon) upstairs to my living room and put it on the floor. Somehow I manage to do this without getting the mattress wet by dropping or dragging it on the wet bedroom carpet. Chalk one up for anger-induced strength. Sunday night I sleep upstairs in my living room. This is strange, and confounds the cat, who keeps meowing at me to go downstairs to bed. On the other hand, she is also quite happy to have a giant soft surface to play/sleep on, so I don’t think she quite understands that it’s the mattress.
Monday, Aug. 3, 2009
Monday I wake up and call my landlord before 9am. I spend a bit of time explaining why the wet-vac ain’t gonna cut it at this point. I convince her, and she’s going to call professionals to come in and dry it and make sure all is well. I also have to provide her with the names of several companies (mad librarian search skillz FTW!) because she has no idea who to call. I give her three names and numbers. She makes calls and we settle in to wait. A little after 11am she tells me someone is supposed to be here between 11am and 1pm. OK. And we wait. My bedroom is now so musty and muggy I can hardly breathe and it’s triggering my asthma (I keep coughing uncontrollably…a bad sign for me). It’s been over 24 hours so I know the carpet is toast and will have to be replaced at this point. Cleaning it is no longer an option…the mold has set in.
At nearly 2pm we are still waiting. She calls back as well as calling the other places. She tells me all three work together and the first one she calls knows she’s called the other two and is pissed off at her for calling them. Well, duh. If you don’t show up as promised naturally people will look for other options. At 6:30pm I get another update from my landlord. They are still coming, the question is WHEN? A little later, the first company calls and says that a., they won’t be coming until tomorrow now (but again, won’t give a time) and b., they need at least $2000 just. to. show. up. OMG really? Landlord tells them to forget it, and she ends up calling Stanley Steamer. It’s now after 7pm. Stanley Steamer doesn’t come that night. Landlord brings by a dehumidifier to try and control the damp air if nothing else. I sleep in my living room again, my bedroom carpet still soaking wet and the air very musty/muggy, to the point I can no longer breathe in there at all (all I do is cough, which, again, is BAD and a sign my cough-variant asthma is kicking in).
Tuesday, Aug. 4, 2009
I wake up and brace myself for the waiting game. Email various people at work to let them know and settle in with coffee and my remote desktop connection to get some reports and indexing project work done. Landlord calls Stanley Steamer people again and they say someone will be out that afternoon. I tell my landlord that the carpet is not salvageable at this point, it’s been too long and there’s no way to effectively clean it. What’s more, because of my asthma any remaining mold could put me in the hospital with a severe respiratory infection and could kill me. She says let’s wait and see what the professionals say. Grumble. I don’t think she’s really listening. MOLD = POSSIBLY DEADLY to an asthmatic, not to mention people with healthy lungs. No lie.
I see pictures of the flood in Louisville that devastated the public library via Twitter. OMG. The pictures make me gasp and are shockingly terrible. It’s just an awful situation. And it certainly puts my issue in perspective. Still, I know my flood, while minor by comparison, needs to be resolved too.
Stanley Steamer shows up around 2:30pm. And thank the lords they back me and immediately tell her that the carpet needs to go. That they can smell the mold that’s already growing in it. It’s been wet too long now to be cleaned/dried and salvaged. It needs to be ripped out, along with the padding, and trashed. I am relieved. They want the room cleaned out, the baseboards, carpet and padding removed, and then they will spray the entire room and lower walls with an anti-microbial agent to kill any mold that’s there. Once that dries, we are free to lay new carpet. OK. Sounds like a plan.
Landlord’s dad (one who actually owns the property) shows up to get the estimate from them. He gets the estimate, and tells them they (landlords) will pull out the carpet. They make an appointment for them to come back on Wed. afternoon to do the anti-microbial spraying. The Stanley Steamer guys leave.
My landlord then offers me some lovely unsolicited advice in the form of a website promising a “natural cure” for allergies and allergy-induced asthma. I politely thank him and explain that my asthma isn’t allergy related, but rather a portion of my lungs just don’t work and I’m extra susceptible to respiratory infections and that said infections can get very serious and even deadly very easily if not taken care of. So, um, NO. Thanks but also “natural cures” like that one, well, it just doesn’t work that way. Grrr.
He leaves and then people (more of landlords family, including my usual contact person) come in to move the furniture out of my bedroom. My bed is dismantled, and it and my dressers are placed in the hallway. Good thing it’s a long hallway. They pull off the baseboards. I am disturbed to see mold on the backside of several of them, so I point it out and say that is NOT coming back into this room. Period. Landlord’s daughter (my usual contact), says OK and promises they will be trashed instead (I’ll be checking when they reinstall baseboards to make absolutely sure). They rip out the carpet, padding and tack strips, and clean up the resulting mess. The dehumidifier is put back in the now empty room in an attempt to start the drying process before they spray.
I realize my entire bedroom will be in the hallway and I’ll be sleeping in the living room for the rest of the week. They won’t be able to lay carpet for a good 36 hours after spraying, so the earliest new carpet will go down is Friday. GAH.
I go to sleep in my living room, cranky, but glad that things are finally getting done.
[To be continued…]