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I have chemical burns to my sinuses, esophagus, and lungs from the paint sprayer the contractor used. When someone paints with one of those things, it turns the paint into a fine mist which, while covering the walls and ceiling quickly and evenly, also means it's a hazard to breathe in. There's very clear instructions on the damned thing that anyone in the area is supposed to use a respirator when it's in use.
And they didn't tell us they were using it. (We assumed the noise of it was the massive paint mixer they were using.)
My bedroom wall shares a wall with the kitchen so I breathed in those chemicals overnight as well.
I ended up with burns that felt pizza burn in my throat, nose, and sinuses. (You know that burn you get in your mouth when you eat pizza and the super heated cheese/sauce mix burn the roof of your mouth? Yeah. That's what it felt like.)
To add insult to injury, that day was also the day that sanded the cypress beams in the house, and I'm very allergic to sawdust.
I ended up with a massive headache and extreme flu like symptoms while my body tried to recover. Dad managed to unearth an air filter from his tool workshop that's able to get the particles of dust out of the air. Four days later, and I'm just barely feeling human again.
Twenty one days in to this renovation and nineteen days since we had a working kitchen I can honestly say the humor of the situation is gone. I am so ready for this shit to be over with.
And they didn't tell us they were using it. (We assumed the noise of it was the massive paint mixer they were using.)
My bedroom wall shares a wall with the kitchen so I breathed in those chemicals overnight as well.
I ended up with burns that felt pizza burn in my throat, nose, and sinuses. (You know that burn you get in your mouth when you eat pizza and the super heated cheese/sauce mix burn the roof of your mouth? Yeah. That's what it felt like.)
To add insult to injury, that day was also the day that sanded the cypress beams in the house, and I'm very allergic to sawdust.
I ended up with a massive headache and extreme flu like symptoms while my body tried to recover. Dad managed to unearth an air filter from his tool workshop that's able to get the particles of dust out of the air. Four days later, and I'm just barely feeling human again.
Twenty one days in to this renovation and nineteen days since we had a working kitchen I can honestly say the humor of the situation is gone. I am so ready for this shit to be over with.