So, apparently, the floor of my flat is waterlogged.
I wanted to move some of my still-to-be-sorted stacks of paper from the floor to the shelves today, and discovered that the paper was soaked through from below, via a crack in the floor covering. Since my office/living room is quite a few meters away from the water-damaged bathroom, that means the entire floor of the flat must be waterlogged from who knows how many weeks or months of the leaking shower thing (it wasn't a burst pipe but a damaged shower drain).
I wonder if there's mould by now.
I also wonder how this can be fixed. I kind of fear/suspect the floor covering will have to be removed so they can get at the wet wood underneath... So much for turning this into a place that resembles a place to live anytime soon. Maybe I'll soon be glad I still have all of those boxes...
(Worst case, of course, would be that the specialist who's coming in the morning will decide the structural integrity of the house can't be guaranteed anymore... I think that's unlikely, though, as I think it's a solid wood construction, and I think it takes more than a few months of wetness for wood to become seriously damaged. Then again, what if it wasn't just a few months?)
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People keep telling me that my improbable streak of bad luck will end soon. This new development makes me suspect it will continue for a while, though.
I just hope it won't extend to the doctor's appointment I have in a few weeks (which I'd have loved to get a much earlier date for). There's the possibility of a truly scary diagnosis there - cancer of a type I have a hereditary predisposition for, and which kills quickly (hence my discomfort at having to wait so many weeks). Now that would *just* fit in with the pattern of events of the last weeks, wouldn't it?
Nah. Mustn't get paranoid. Everything will be okay.
I wonder if there's mould by now.
I also wonder how this can be fixed. I kind of fear/suspect the floor covering will have to be removed so they can get at the wet wood underneath... So much for turning this into a place that resembles a place to live anytime soon. Maybe I'll soon be glad I still have all of those boxes...
(Worst case, of course, would be that the specialist who's coming in the morning will decide the structural integrity of the house can't be guaranteed anymore... I think that's unlikely, though, as I think it's a solid wood construction, and I think it takes more than a few months of wetness for wood to become seriously damaged. Then again, what if it wasn't just a few months?)
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People keep telling me that my improbable streak of bad luck will end soon. This new development makes me suspect it will continue for a while, though.
I just hope it won't extend to the doctor's appointment I have in a few weeks (which I'd have loved to get a much earlier date for). There's the possibility of a truly scary diagnosis there - cancer of a type I have a hereditary predisposition for, and which kills quickly (hence my discomfort at having to wait so many weeks). Now that would *just* fit in with the pattern of events of the last weeks, wouldn't it?
Nah. Mustn't get paranoid. Everything will be okay.