It's really hard to start this post. I wanted to think of a clever way to introduce the complete craziness of the past week but nothing comes to mind. Maxwell Smart is fond of saying, "Would you believe" and then making up some crazy things first, but those crazy things actually happened so it wouldn't have the same effect. Last night we were saying we would someday laugh about all this before the third flooding and Matt's doctor's appointment today. Wednesday, my new work schedule that I would only be working 6 days over the next two weeks. This came on the heels of - well, Matt's hardest time in life before we met was the stretch of years he had Lyme Disease, and had it badly. He was just finishing the regiment of expensive medications when we met. The part-time work schedule came on the heels of him finding a deer tick on him on Sunday, bringing back all of the memories of years of sickness. We were cleaning up Friday night when Matt said, “Is that water running?” Matt had started running water in the bathroom sink and by the time we got there, the bathroom was flooded. This is where the story goes from as serious to almost silly in it’s reality. Eevvverything went out, was dried, the towels were washed, etc. We went home Saturday night and I made cookies with my Dad. I got home Monday night, Matt was feeling pretty sick still. He followed me out to the visitor lot to park the car I borrowed from my parents, and as we walked back it hit us – no keys. The keys to my parents car do not have our apartment key of course. It’s freezing, Matt’s sick, it’s 9pm and we’re locked out. We took a crowbar or whatever that thing is that was in the trunk of the car and broke into our own apartment (that ought to make us feel safe, huh!) We were a bit stressed and tired so we crawled into bed and I heard Matt say, “Is that water running?” The entire bathroom ceiling had fallen into our bathroom. Last week we noticed it bulging and called maintenance who “fixed” the leak in the apartment above us. The guy above us was taking a shower Monday night, boom – our bathroom is completely flooded with water and plaster and all that ceiling stuff, making Monday night a very long night.. What if one of us had been in the bathroom?
We were telling some friends about that last night and they seemed a bit credulous at first that we got locked out, broke in with a crowbar and then had our ceiling collapse, unrelated, right after. If I’m posting today, the story’s not over. Matt’s doctor’s appointment today, back to the serious, has us worried about the face that insurance doesn’t cover a Lyme Disease doctor, or the medicine. We have been concerned about so many things, so we went back to the bedroom to talk for quite awhile (2 inches of water a while). When we came out it was my turn to notice the water. Everywhere. Matt had started running hot water in the kitchen sink to help me defrost the chicken for dinner (which has not turned into Mac n Cheese). The chicken acted as a stopper. Our entire kitchen was flooded two inches high, which is possible since it borders pretty high carpet. Every towel, surface, appliance under the sink, vegetable, crevice, soaked. It has taken two hours to try to clean up the mess. This, we may laugh about in the future. So now, again, the towels are in the wash (for the third time!) We are going to thank God that no one was in the bathroom, that we live on the first floor, that Matt found the tick and started medicine earlier than last time, that we have dozens of cookies, that we have a laundry room across the street, that I have a job, etc. It’s just been one of those weeks, you know.
Chatboard (0)