I just took my first fall in two-and-a-half weeks, after the jubilation of finally finding my specialist yesterday.
Maybe I didn’t sleep last night. Maybe I did too much at the gym. Maybe I was stressed after reading the report of the insurance adjuster that my home has more than $10,000 in damage from what I call, “the toilet explosion.”
I tripped. I think I might have misjudged the length of my steps when I tried to step over the industrial fan in my bathroom. I went in to wash the drain cleaner down the drain that I had prepped after my shower.
I fell into the cute submarine toiletry holder I let the teenager when she was a little girl. The smashing plastic sent me over the edge of the tub and I hit my head and my left elbow on the ceramic tile wall on the far side of the tub.
I was trying to protect my left ring finger, the one in the cast. I’m less than three weeks away from getting this cast off. I hope for good. Nine weeks with my finger in plaster.
My head hurts. My elbow hurts. But I think I’m okay.
If you look at the photo, I was crossing over the air mover in the foreground and my ass ended up in the box with all the soap and shampoo.
Since temperatures here have been in the 90s, the impact of that equipment in my small bathroom has made it very dry and very hot, probably 110 degrees. The towel rods melted.
I called it my dry sauna. I would sit there and wrap my cast before you bathed and took a cold shower in the hot room. I loved it.
And downstairs— the fans and dehumidifiers are on 24-hours-a-day. You know when you are in a tunnel? The roar of the exhaust fans? That’s my living space.
But today we got the news— the water did $10,000 in damage. It looks like the floor, subfloor and wall in the bathroom need to be ripped out. And we need some plumbing.
There’s a wall downstairs that will need work, and there will be painting. And a new ceiling.
And my hardwood floors will need repair and the entire floor downstairs will need to be refinished.
I think the insurance company is going a little overboard. But we’ll see what ServePro rips out when they start demolition next week.
But maybe… just maybe… we can move some of these fans tomorrow. No more falls.