I may still be a finalist...
Mar. 11th, 2007 01:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gerisullivan...but it's now certain I'm not going to win the "It sucks to be me" sweepstakes after all.
Why? Because even though Saturday brought Basement Flood #2 (this time thanks to the melting lake o'ice underneath the back deck), it also brought the following wonderful news in the mail:
"Your biopsy results were negative."
And the bonus sentence: "No further tests are required at this time."
The biopsy in question was to make sure recent weird middle-aged female symptoms and ultrasound results were just that and not endometrial cancer. Sorry I haven't mentioned it here before now -- there was a certain young woman I was going to need to tell face-to-face if the tests had turned out otherwise and I didn't want her worrying about the possibility in the meanwhile.
Waiting was hard. Knowing something wasn't right, but not knowing whether it was trivial or major was hard. (All of the tests concur; everything is utterly common and trivial. There just happen to be three different utterly common, trivial things going on all at once in the same area of my body. That sure beats having both ovarian and endometrial cancer, or either one of them, actually.) There were about 7 weeks of waiting in all. The last 10 days turned out to be the easiest -- by the time we actually did the biopsy on March 1st, all of the other results were consistently pointing to the non-cancerous side of the equation. The biopsy was just to make sure since it's far more indicative than the other tests. As I told a few people during the last 10 days, "the news is as good as it possibly can be while one is waiting for biopsy results."
I'm glad the biopsy followed the expected script without any unwelcome plot twists right at that point. The rest of my life has more than enough plot twists these days, thank you very much.
Speaking of those, yes, I'm on Basement Flood #2. The warm weather is a mixed blessing. Yes, I hope it's thawing my frozen pipe. That'd be good. The not-so-good is that all of that drip-drip-dripping of melting snow and ice means there's a lot of water sitting on top of frozen ground and still-frozen ice underneath my back deck, and the flood plain includes the basement door. Water is seeping in under the edge of the door.
I spent the last hour and more chipping ice, and using a squeegee, mop, and shovel to remove about 20 gallons of water from under the deck (outside) and about another gallon or two inside. It's a losing battle, of course. There's still an inch or two (or three) of ice covering most of the problem area. The channel I tried to make to draw water away from the house might be doing that, but it might be funneling more toward the house. Mostly, it forms a little lake, and when the lake fills, at least some of the overflow heads toward the basement door and inside.
So far, once the water from Flood #2 gets inside, it isn't getting as far as the carpeted areas. That's good. The part that's a concern is that the water came in much faster/further in the three hours I was home tonight than it did during the three hours I was gone this afternoon. And there's a lot more ice to melt before the area under the deck is clear.
Y'know those 60# tube-shaped bags of sand that they sell for improved winter traction? I had one of those in the garage, so I hauled it downstairs and plopped it up against the edge of the door on the outside.
[Two hour interlude for more flood control]
So, I went downstairs to see how the sandbag was doing. I feel like Bullwinkle. Y'all can play the part of Rocky: "But that trick never works!"
My concern was well-founded, too. Water was coming in faster, and was up to (and probably beyond) the edge of the interior wall that has carpet on the other side. Triage. Damage control. Use dry towels to sop up water next to the wall. Spin sodden towels, then put in dryer. Move outside to remove more water before it gets in. Empty lake with scoop shovel, dumping water into 18 gallon Rubbermaid bin. Empty it into safe zone when it's about half full. Do it again. Come back inside, intent on heading upstairs to remove remaining ice and snow from deck so there's less to melt and drip below. Notice more water dangerously close to finished areas of basement. Mop more. Notice more water seeping under door. Back outside to empty the lake again. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
About the fourth time I was going to go upstairs "this time for sure," I detoured over to the toy room, just to confirm I didn't have a water problem over near the bar. Yeah, right. Run wet vac after shoes go splish-splosh. Do that 'til I can't stand it any more. Check basement door before heading upstairs. Yeah, you know the drill. One more detour, this time to use dry towels to soak up more water from carpet in toy room. It's also a good way to discover where the water is and how much is there. Spread towels on suspect areas. Stand on 'em. Shuffle feet a bit. Bear weight down. Move along; observe patterns of footprints on the towels. No footprint = dry. Thoroughly soaked towel = sodden. Damp towel = perimeter. (Usually. Water isn't all that weird, but supposedly level concrete has odd dips for water to settle in.)
Put towels back in dryer. Empty lake, mop floor, empty lake, make a mad, determined dash for upstairs. Finally remove several hundred pounds of slush and ice chunks from deck. Lots of instant gratification in that, and it's very satisfying to pick up a huge, loose chunk of ice and hurl it over the edge and down the hillside below. One especially large chunk Stonehenges. Nailed that one! Sticks up a couple feet from the snowbank; catches me off guard looming in the dark before I realize what it is.
Deck clear, head back downstairs for more flood control. Lots less water dripping from deck; satisfaction on that front. Lake still filling up, though. Water seeping under door. Etc. This time, the squeegee really proves it's worth. I've found a direction to push water from the lake where it doesn't just come pouring back into it. Process is multi-stage. Squeegee 3-4 feet away, then across, across, across -- quickly! Most of the water seeps into the snow, beyond the edge of the flood plain.
I didn't slip on the slick, water-covered ice even once. No slips, no falls. Good. But I was grateful to have a cell phone in my pocket. If I did fall (without landing on that hip and breaking the phone), I'd be able to call for help. Things you think of when living by yourself on 4 acres of woods, doing the best you can with flood control at 4am on a Saturday night. If I hollered for help, I'd most likely be mistaken for the coyotes, if anyone heard me at all.
Finally come upstairs. Remove sodden hat. Remove sodden sweater. Discover silk blouse is completely soaked, too, and still doing what silk does so well: providing warmth. Take it off anyway, hang it in downstairs shower with sweater to dry. Likewise jeans. Don't want the set the computer on a sodden lap, or sit on my leather sofa and soak it down, too. Find snuggly hoodie in hall closet. Warm and dry. Neat.
Write update. Realize with relief that I can't do anything more useful downstairs without going upstairs for dry clothes first. Bed is upstairs. Sleep is good. The basement will no doubt continue flooding for several hours; perhaps more. I've done what I can tonight. I'll do more after I sleep. Presuming I manage to drag myself out of bed ever again.
This isn't even a bad flood, as far as flooded basements go. It sure is a persistent one, though.
The Magic 8 Ball sez: "Answer wet; ask again later."
Or maybe that should be "Answer wet; mop again later."
Anyway, well...anyway. That's where things s/o/a/k/ stand.
Why? Because even though Saturday brought Basement Flood #2 (this time thanks to the melting lake o'ice underneath the back deck), it also brought the following wonderful news in the mail:
"Your biopsy results were negative."
And the bonus sentence: "No further tests are required at this time."
The biopsy in question was to make sure recent weird middle-aged female symptoms and ultrasound results were just that and not endometrial cancer. Sorry I haven't mentioned it here before now -- there was a certain young woman I was going to need to tell face-to-face if the tests had turned out otherwise and I didn't want her worrying about the possibility in the meanwhile.
Waiting was hard. Knowing something wasn't right, but not knowing whether it was trivial or major was hard. (All of the tests concur; everything is utterly common and trivial. There just happen to be three different utterly common, trivial things going on all at once in the same area of my body. That sure beats having both ovarian and endometrial cancer, or either one of them, actually.) There were about 7 weeks of waiting in all. The last 10 days turned out to be the easiest -- by the time we actually did the biopsy on March 1st, all of the other results were consistently pointing to the non-cancerous side of the equation. The biopsy was just to make sure since it's far more indicative than the other tests. As I told a few people during the last 10 days, "the news is as good as it possibly can be while one is waiting for biopsy results."
I'm glad the biopsy followed the expected script without any unwelcome plot twists right at that point. The rest of my life has more than enough plot twists these days, thank you very much.
Speaking of those, yes, I'm on Basement Flood #2. The warm weather is a mixed blessing. Yes, I hope it's thawing my frozen pipe. That'd be good. The not-so-good is that all of that drip-drip-dripping of melting snow and ice means there's a lot of water sitting on top of frozen ground and still-frozen ice underneath my back deck, and the flood plain includes the basement door. Water is seeping in under the edge of the door.
I spent the last hour and more chipping ice, and using a squeegee, mop, and shovel to remove about 20 gallons of water from under the deck (outside) and about another gallon or two inside. It's a losing battle, of course. There's still an inch or two (or three) of ice covering most of the problem area. The channel I tried to make to draw water away from the house might be doing that, but it might be funneling more toward the house. Mostly, it forms a little lake, and when the lake fills, at least some of the overflow heads toward the basement door and inside.
So far, once the water from Flood #2 gets inside, it isn't getting as far as the carpeted areas. That's good. The part that's a concern is that the water came in much faster/further in the three hours I was home tonight than it did during the three hours I was gone this afternoon. And there's a lot more ice to melt before the area under the deck is clear.
Y'know those 60# tube-shaped bags of sand that they sell for improved winter traction? I had one of those in the garage, so I hauled it downstairs and plopped it up against the edge of the door on the outside.
[Two hour interlude for more flood control]
So, I went downstairs to see how the sandbag was doing. I feel like Bullwinkle. Y'all can play the part of Rocky: "But that trick never works!"
My concern was well-founded, too. Water was coming in faster, and was up to (and probably beyond) the edge of the interior wall that has carpet on the other side. Triage. Damage control. Use dry towels to sop up water next to the wall. Spin sodden towels, then put in dryer. Move outside to remove more water before it gets in. Empty lake with scoop shovel, dumping water into 18 gallon Rubbermaid bin. Empty it into safe zone when it's about half full. Do it again. Come back inside, intent on heading upstairs to remove remaining ice and snow from deck so there's less to melt and drip below. Notice more water dangerously close to finished areas of basement. Mop more. Notice more water seeping under door. Back outside to empty the lake again. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
About the fourth time I was going to go upstairs "this time for sure," I detoured over to the toy room, just to confirm I didn't have a water problem over near the bar. Yeah, right. Run wet vac after shoes go splish-splosh. Do that 'til I can't stand it any more. Check basement door before heading upstairs. Yeah, you know the drill. One more detour, this time to use dry towels to soak up more water from carpet in toy room. It's also a good way to discover where the water is and how much is there. Spread towels on suspect areas. Stand on 'em. Shuffle feet a bit. Bear weight down. Move along; observe patterns of footprints on the towels. No footprint = dry. Thoroughly soaked towel = sodden. Damp towel = perimeter. (Usually. Water isn't all that weird, but supposedly level concrete has odd dips for water to settle in.)
Put towels back in dryer. Empty lake, mop floor, empty lake, make a mad, determined dash for upstairs. Finally remove several hundred pounds of slush and ice chunks from deck. Lots of instant gratification in that, and it's very satisfying to pick up a huge, loose chunk of ice and hurl it over the edge and down the hillside below. One especially large chunk Stonehenges. Nailed that one! Sticks up a couple feet from the snowbank; catches me off guard looming in the dark before I realize what it is.
Deck clear, head back downstairs for more flood control. Lots less water dripping from deck; satisfaction on that front. Lake still filling up, though. Water seeping under door. Etc. This time, the squeegee really proves it's worth. I've found a direction to push water from the lake where it doesn't just come pouring back into it. Process is multi-stage. Squeegee 3-4 feet away, then across, across, across -- quickly! Most of the water seeps into the snow, beyond the edge of the flood plain.
I didn't slip on the slick, water-covered ice even once. No slips, no falls. Good. But I was grateful to have a cell phone in my pocket. If I did fall (without landing on that hip and breaking the phone), I'd be able to call for help. Things you think of when living by yourself on 4 acres of woods, doing the best you can with flood control at 4am on a Saturday night. If I hollered for help, I'd most likely be mistaken for the coyotes, if anyone heard me at all.
Finally come upstairs. Remove sodden hat. Remove sodden sweater. Discover silk blouse is completely soaked, too, and still doing what silk does so well: providing warmth. Take it off anyway, hang it in downstairs shower with sweater to dry. Likewise jeans. Don't want the set the computer on a sodden lap, or sit on my leather sofa and soak it down, too. Find snuggly hoodie in hall closet. Warm and dry. Neat.
Write update. Realize with relief that I can't do anything more useful downstairs without going upstairs for dry clothes first. Bed is upstairs. Sleep is good. The basement will no doubt continue flooding for several hours; perhaps more. I've done what I can tonight. I'll do more after I sleep. Presuming I manage to drag myself out of bed ever again.
This isn't even a bad flood, as far as flooded basements go. It sure is a persistent one, though.
The Magic 8 Ball sez: "Answer wet; ask again later."
Or maybe that should be "Answer wet; mop again later."
Anyway, well...anyway. That's where things s/o/a/k/ stand.
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Date: 2007-03-11 04:23 pm (UTC)