It did! I'm totally serious about this.
Well OK, not the ENTIRE ceiling, but a good portion of it.
What? Don't believe me? Fine, here are a couple of pictures of the lovely hole in our bathroom ceiling.
For a couple of weeks now the upstairs bathroom - the master en-suite has smelled sort of strange. Kind of like someone left a wet towel sitting around in a dark corner. I keep the bathroom up there pretty clean and I know how musty things can get, this time of year, in the northeast, so I try not to let wash clothes and damp towels linger. Yes, we go through a lot of towels in the spring and summer.
No matter what I did, I couldn't get the smell to go away. The upstairs bathroom has no ventilation or window, so Gareth and I decided we'd just use the downstairs shower instead...that way we wouldn't have to worry about it drying out after we'd used it. Oh, I forgot to mention that it's carpeted as well. I know...stupid!
So, we go out for a little while on Saturday and come home and Gaby's sitting in the loo and she yells out, "Hey, someone cracked the ceiling in here!" Of course my first thought was, "Oh crap! Not only am I breaking toilet seats because I'm so fat, I'm now gonna crash through the ceiling of the upstairs bathroom. LOVELY!"
So I go in to check things out and would you look at that!!! Gaby wasn't kidding. The ceiling was heavily bowed and damp to the touch with little wet spots forming in random patters.
This was something we had never ever noticed before.
After saying a prayer of thanks that we're just renting and not the homeowners, I phoned our landlord who came out immediately and no sooner had he laid a tarp down had Niagara Falls burst above his head, and with it, gallons and gallons of stagnant and moldy water! The house immediately filled with the smell and my eyes began to water and I started to cough. I can't even describe how bad it smelled. It wasn't the toilet drain line - just the shower drain line, but apparently it appears that it's been leaking for as long as we've been here...five months. The landlord bought the property only a month before we moved in and knew nothing about it. Thankfully he is awesome and came right out and has been working on it ever since.
The thing that sucks about this whole thing (well aside from the giant hole in the ceiling and inability to use the upstairs loo), is that I woke up Sunday morning feeling like someone had set my throat and chest on fire, pain in almost every part of my body,the worst case of the trots I've ever had (I know, there goes the over-sharing thing again), and nauseated and feeling like I'd been trampled by a heard of rabid toddlers.
I laid in bed most of yesterday and moaned and cried. I've never had such awful body aches before. Nyquil and Benadryl helped a little bit, but once the fever kicked in, there was not much that would help.
I'm still feeling like crap but not nearly as bad as I was yesterday and earlier today. This is embarrassing because the first weekend in May, the one when I brought Meg back here from Maine I had a head cold. Not a big deal, but annoying. Then last weekend I came down with a nasty UTI and that was suckage on a pretty epic level and now this weekend? I'm assuming it's an allergic reaction to the mold. Do I even want to hazard a guess as to what Memorial Day weekend has in store for me?
As an example of how yucky I'm feeling, I actually sat down and watched some of The Bachelorette tonight and I have never ever watched (or wanted to, for that matter!), it before, or it's male counterpart. I find those kinds of shows insipid and highly boring. I know I know...I myself have applied to be on a reality show, but I like to think of The Biggest Loser as a reality show philanthropy of sorts. I kinda feel bad for all involved too. I don't know why, but I do. Oh well, that's a post for another day.
What's next? Am I going to start watching Jersey Shore, or even The Real Housewives of New York, or worse yet, Dancing with the Stars? No...it will probably be something monumental - well for me anyhow. Nope, the next thing you know, I'll be tweeting about American Idol. If you ever see that happen, then prepare yourself, either Hell is about to freeze over or Armageddon approaches!
