Maintenance thinks there is a hot water leak under my floor. It’s in the kitchen but water has soaked much of my dining room carpet.
The maintenance man on call and Steve appeared at my door yesterday morning wanting to check my apartment for leaks. Steve called him because he found water in his kitchen.
It was ascertained that it was hot water, so the guy turned it off for the weekend.
He said that the leak could be under the cabinet or under the concrete. I guess there’s no way of knowing until they can tear into there and find it.
Glad Someone Caught The Leak Before It Got Worse:
I’m just thankful Steve caught it before I possibly had a mishap with the water and my knee scooter.
If it’s in the concrete, the maintenance guy said I could expect to have a jackhammer in here.
Steve moved Ivy’s food and water into the living room so I will be able to deal with taking care of that task more easily.
I know Steve had all kinds of problems with a leaking hot water heater a few months ago. They sent out their main maintenance man, but he had trouble figuring out what would fix it.
It soaked the carpet and took a while to dry it out.
As with any landlord, they are going to go through all the possible fixes with their own men before they spend money for outside help I imagine.
I know Kendra went through something like this, and it took awhile to get a company to fix her air conditioning, and she owns her home. So I guess in many cases it doesn’t matter if you rent or you own. Still trouble and angst.
Steve’s air conditioning started going out last year. And they’re not easy to get to, as they’re located on the roof. But he finally got a new one.
Landlords are landlords. They’re there to make money. This complex is just one of the corporation’s properties. But it is the oldest, the maintenance man told us.
There is a fan blowing trying to dry the carpet. I had a long rug in the kitchen that Steve took outside.
I guess they’ll start trying to figure it all out tomorrow.
Wouldn’t you know it? Why do things tend to happen on a weekend? I guess to test your mettle.
When the physical therapist was here on Friday, we talked about knee scooters. He said that these knee scooters are pretty dangerous. You’d think manufacturers could figure out a safer alternative.
I can’t use crutches because my right hold is mostly fused due to an accident I had in my twenties.
Occasionally I tip the knee scooter over, but I’ve mastered it for the most part. Well, as much as you can master something with three wheels while using one foot.
The hardest part is getting in and out of doorways. I’ve learned to go in reverse much of the time to avoid doors as many as I can.
I just hope it holds out until I don’t need it anymore. I paid about $280 dollars for the knee scooter at the medical supply store.
The two star-shaped plastic bolts (or whatever they’re called) keep loosening. So I try to remember to check that every few times I get on it and tighten them when needed.
Heavens, I’ll be glad to put this thing away.
The physical therapist got the rollator out of the closet when he was here.
He told me to use it to walk from the living room to the front door three times a day to gain strength. And he said to use the rollator so as to not completely put my weight on my right ankle.
He or another therapist said they’d call me this week to schedule the next session.