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This morning, about three am, I was awakened by a loud bang and then a, "WHOOSH!'-ing noise. As I opened the door to my room, I saw, down the hallway, a large stream of water, just shooting across. A pipe had burst in the wall between the shower and the kitchen. I couldn't switch it off from there - it just shot in my face and kept going.
A power strip was literally floating on the kitchen floor, and that is one scary fucking thing to have to approach.
Ice-storm, outside. Roads, impassable. My brother couldn't get here. My son was at work, and couldn't get here. The emergency guys from the park couldn't get here.
I had to literally crawl on hands and knees - in pajamas and robe - around the house thru snow and slush because I couldn't walk on the ice, with a flashlight in my fucking mouth - ripping the skirting away to try and find the water shut-off, which was under the house and filled with icy water and leaves up past my elbow.
I got it turned off just in time for the fire company to arrive - my mother had called them, in a panic. Naturally, as I opened the door to them - shivering and dripping from head to toe - my son's cat ran outside and we ended up having to chase him. I know.
It took HOURS to clean up, but stuff in my pantry is just ruined, and God only knows what this has done to the flooring, underneath. A lot of the water went under the stove, and all over the bathroom floor, as well. As we don't have heat, I HAD to get as much water up as I could or the floor would become a skating rink.
We still don't have water in the kitchen, so we suspect something under there has burst, as well. I will have to do dishes in my bathtub, I guess.
Of course, it's fifty-two fucking degrees, today, with torrential rains.
A power strip was literally floating on the kitchen floor, and that is one scary fucking thing to have to approach.
Ice-storm, outside. Roads, impassable. My brother couldn't get here. My son was at work, and couldn't get here. The emergency guys from the park couldn't get here.
I had to literally crawl on hands and knees - in pajamas and robe - around the house thru snow and slush because I couldn't walk on the ice, with a flashlight in my fucking mouth - ripping the skirting away to try and find the water shut-off, which was under the house and filled with icy water and leaves up past my elbow.
I got it turned off just in time for the fire company to arrive - my mother had called them, in a panic. Naturally, as I opened the door to them - shivering and dripping from head to toe - my son's cat ran outside and we ended up having to chase him. I know.
It took HOURS to clean up, but stuff in my pantry is just ruined, and God only knows what this has done to the flooring, underneath. A lot of the water went under the stove, and all over the bathroom floor, as well. As we don't have heat, I HAD to get as much water up as I could or the floor would become a skating rink.
We still don't have water in the kitchen, so we suspect something under there has burst, as well. I will have to do dishes in my bathtub, I guess.
Of course, it's fifty-two fucking degrees, today, with torrential rains.