The roof, the roof the roof is on.... oh wait... The basement. The basement. The basement's on fire.
[disclaimer, I'm exhausted. Blame fucked up spelling on that.]
Updates time! I figured this is easier then individually (that word took way too long to spell. I am so fucking tired) replying to everyone.
Okay. So since we now know stuffs, a little more then possibly the news, we hope. Or rather, more ACCURATE then the news since we got actual police type updates (AND THE MAYOOORRRR. *applause* because he could clearly solve the situation. Unless he wanted to invite us to stay at his house. With all of our aminals).
[okay, yes I sound normal now. I have clean clothes, and a bra. Guys. I had no bra for two days. Do you understand how much that SUCKED. IT SUCKED SO HARD. Also. SOCKS. SOCKKKKSSS, best invention ever. We had to get refugee shoes since ours were soaked from the rain and we were sockless and so we've been sockless for two days in refugee shoes and Addie's are a size too small because we are both like 8 1/2 wides and she has 8's on and I have 9's on. Last pair of 9's too. Booyah]
Okay.
So, around 9AM yesterday? The power and water started to fluctuate, people noticed smoke apparently. People called the fire department. Fire department comes, then the electrical room exploded. Pretty much. The generator. Or something. It originally sent I think 6 firefighters to the hosptial, they are all released and okay now though. There were 3 more fire fighters sent to the hosptial for smoke inhalation, all also okay. Apparently some women on the 22 floor saw debris that had flown up past them, and they saw it coming DOWN, so they thought something exploded from above.
The entire building shook [btw, Addie thought it was thunder]. And then smoke was billowing up through the vents in the building, fun! It went from the basement through the whole building, I was talking to a guy a few floors above us (we're on 15) who said he had to get a flashlight to get through his hallway. Our hallway was see through-able though. Enough to be smokey, not enough for a flashlight or retreat to the apartment. Addie had black snot for a day and a half. It was beautiful.
Okay, so. When the explosion happened? The concrete shifted. Around the building too. There is no power, no water. They have to totally rebuild the electrical room. They are seriously worried about structural damage, and at least one floor of the parking garage is like totaled. They were saying there was like 3-4 foot of water down there (due to probable fire putting-outage), so a whole load of peoples cars are destroyed.
So, we haven't gotten back in even to get stuff. Firefighters went and grabbed one of my crutches (everything was thrown about in getting the animals packed up), and my wheelchair. So I have that at least. We have all of the animals as of around 8-9 PM-ish. Biiggg stress relief.
We're not getting back in to live for at /least/ a month, if we ever get back in. We just went and spent $200 at Zellars on underwear (socks, underwear, and bras), a tshirt each, pair of pants each, long sleeved shirts, and I got a $3 hat to cover my groddy ass hair.
We are going to be living at my parents until the whole situation is solved, however. We have Pirate, who has FIP which is fluid infectious. So we need to install a door for the basement for him, and for Dingo the puppy of awesome. [seriously, he has been SO good. He's been giving every single person some love because we swear he is empathetic.
We basically have had a rather stressful day today, however, we have clean clothes. And thus no longer feel disgusting. Also I now have a shirt that says "don't talk trash" and has Oscar the Grouch. And Addie has ironic tshirt that says "You'll Never Be This Lucky" with a care-bear on it. She thinks it's hilarious, and it is rather amusing. I'm just glad there is no more refugee clothing. Addie says she likes her refugee sweat pants. Except for the tag that pokes her in the butt.
I also, on a sad/amusing note. Had an asthma attack today before I managed to get a new inhaler, and totally got treated by a really cute paramedic, and she was super nice too. And was complaining that she stepped in dog poop and thus smelled bad. But we were like "everyone smells bad. we can't even tell, you don't need to worry!".
I won't go into how I wish to not go to a Shopper's Drug Mart Pharmacy ever again, becuase of their unhelpfullness it took me like 2 hours longer to GET a new inhaler, we missed getting to the bank on time so we couldn't cash our emergency funds, and thus could not buy all of our clothes. Because I split it up on my credit card and my bank card. We still have about $100 left of stuff to pick up tomorrow (sweater each, long sleeved shirt for Addie, and some underwear and socks, which apparently comes to $100.)
Wow. Long Post. Did not realize how long it would be, apparently venting is needed. Not angry, just stressed and tired. And I want a real bed, my own bed would be preferable. But clearly that's not happening for at least a month!
Addie says if we never get back in and there is no power to the building they should get a giant crane and move stuff out through the balconies. I swear I think I'm actually more annoyed right now that they will totally not let me get my bike, since I refuse to leave it outside, and that is my transportation in the city when I'm not going to work. Addie's is in the apartment too, and she ALMOST locked it up outside. However. We just realized it probably would have been destroyed if it was outside. Because the glass on the main floor of the building is totally fucking shattered, and the concrete is fucked.
WHY DO I KEEP GOING ON??
Want to sleep.
So. Sleepy. Will go now, but probably not really. Have to check bank and credit card limits.
Updates time! I figured this is easier then individually (that word took way too long to spell. I am so fucking tired) replying to everyone.
Okay. So since we now know stuffs, a little more then possibly the news, we hope. Or rather, more ACCURATE then the news since we got actual police type updates (AND THE MAYOOORRRR. *applause* because he could clearly solve the situation. Unless he wanted to invite us to stay at his house. With all of our aminals).
[okay, yes I sound normal now. I have clean clothes, and a bra. Guys. I had no bra for two days. Do you understand how much that SUCKED. IT SUCKED SO HARD. Also. SOCKS. SOCKKKKSSS, best invention ever. We had to get refugee shoes since ours were soaked from the rain and we were sockless and so we've been sockless for two days in refugee shoes and Addie's are a size too small because we are both like 8 1/2 wides and she has 8's on and I have 9's on. Last pair of 9's too. Booyah]
Okay.
So, around 9AM yesterday? The power and water started to fluctuate, people noticed smoke apparently. People called the fire department. Fire department comes, then the electrical room exploded. Pretty much. The generator. Or something. It originally sent I think 6 firefighters to the hosptial, they are all released and okay now though. There were 3 more fire fighters sent to the hosptial for smoke inhalation, all also okay. Apparently some women on the 22 floor saw debris that had flown up past them, and they saw it coming DOWN, so they thought something exploded from above.
The entire building shook [btw, Addie thought it was thunder]. And then smoke was billowing up through the vents in the building, fun! It went from the basement through the whole building, I was talking to a guy a few floors above us (we're on 15) who said he had to get a flashlight to get through his hallway. Our hallway was see through-able though. Enough to be smokey, not enough for a flashlight or retreat to the apartment. Addie had black snot for a day and a half. It was beautiful.
Okay, so. When the explosion happened? The concrete shifted. Around the building too. There is no power, no water. They have to totally rebuild the electrical room. They are seriously worried about structural damage, and at least one floor of the parking garage is like totaled. They were saying there was like 3-4 foot of water down there (due to probable fire putting-outage), so a whole load of peoples cars are destroyed.
So, we haven't gotten back in even to get stuff. Firefighters went and grabbed one of my crutches (everything was thrown about in getting the animals packed up), and my wheelchair. So I have that at least. We have all of the animals as of around 8-9 PM-ish. Biiggg stress relief.
We're not getting back in to live for at /least/ a month, if we ever get back in. We just went and spent $200 at Zellars on underwear (socks, underwear, and bras), a tshirt each, pair of pants each, long sleeved shirts, and I got a $3 hat to cover my groddy ass hair.
We are going to be living at my parents until the whole situation is solved, however. We have Pirate, who has FIP which is fluid infectious. So we need to install a door for the basement for him, and for Dingo the puppy of awesome. [seriously, he has been SO good. He's been giving every single person some love because we swear he is empathetic.
We basically have had a rather stressful day today, however, we have clean clothes. And thus no longer feel disgusting. Also I now have a shirt that says "don't talk trash" and has Oscar the Grouch. And Addie has ironic tshirt that says "You'll Never Be This Lucky" with a care-bear on it. She thinks it's hilarious, and it is rather amusing. I'm just glad there is no more refugee clothing. Addie says she likes her refugee sweat pants. Except for the tag that pokes her in the butt.
I also, on a sad/amusing note. Had an asthma attack today before I managed to get a new inhaler, and totally got treated by a really cute paramedic, and she was super nice too. And was complaining that she stepped in dog poop and thus smelled bad. But we were like "everyone smells bad. we can't even tell, you don't need to worry!".
I won't go into how I wish to not go to a Shopper's Drug Mart Pharmacy ever again, becuase of their unhelpfullness it took me like 2 hours longer to GET a new inhaler, we missed getting to the bank on time so we couldn't cash our emergency funds, and thus could not buy all of our clothes. Because I split it up on my credit card and my bank card. We still have about $100 left of stuff to pick up tomorrow (sweater each, long sleeved shirt for Addie, and some underwear and socks, which apparently comes to $100.)
Wow. Long Post. Did not realize how long it would be, apparently venting is needed. Not angry, just stressed and tired. And I want a real bed, my own bed would be preferable. But clearly that's not happening for at least a month!
Addie says if we never get back in and there is no power to the building they should get a giant crane and move stuff out through the balconies. I swear I think I'm actually more annoyed right now that they will totally not let me get my bike, since I refuse to leave it outside, and that is my transportation in the city when I'm not going to work. Addie's is in the apartment too, and she ALMOST locked it up outside. However. We just realized it probably would have been destroyed if it was outside. Because the glass on the main floor of the building is totally fucking shattered, and the concrete is fucked.
WHY DO I KEEP GOING ON??
Want to sleep.
So. Sleepy. Will go now, but probably not really. Have to check bank and credit card limits.