Week 3

ACHorrified

 

This is so not cool (why, yes, I do mean that both ways).

I can barely breathe in my own house.

No theory is panning out.

Can’t escape the rot and heat.

I need help.

Help.

 

Bene vīvite.

AC BS CONTD

AC Unit

 

This is a special kind of nightmare come true.

A week and a half later, I still can’t use the air conditioning, and the rotten stench is getting steadily worse.  I paid an HVAC guy just to come out, look around, and shrug.  A plumber-and-everything-else friend of mine came over to investigate, but couldn’t find anything going on with the plumbing, or any methane leaks anywhere.

The smell started only a couple weeks after I stopped using the basement shower, so I though maybe there was some dried-up trap down there letting sewer gasses through, but I ran the water down there again to no avail.  My friend even found a dead mouse on top of the ducting in the furnace room that looked like it’d died a little over a week prior.  Perfect timing and location – surely that must be it.  No.  Got rid of that and aired out the furnace room, but the smell is still coming, stronger than ever.

Maybe there are other dead mice in the ducts themselves that conveniently died at the same time as the other.  Maybe I’ve been infested by a mouse suicide cult on a mission to make everyone have a bad time.  Maybe it’s still something completely different and there are simply a number of wild coincidences strewn about to throw me off.

I’m at my wits’ end.  Getting desperate.  This is not O.K.

Ugh.

 

Bene vīvite.

AC Blues

AC Unit

I have a frowny face today.

I’m not sure why I have such horrendous luck with central air conditioning.  Maybe it’s because I have a low heat tolerance, so naturally, it’s a great avenue for cosmic spite.  Seems as good a reason as any for it to have broken down five times over a seven year period in the last three places I lived before this one.

When I got this house, it had a nearly-brand-new, massive, high-efficiency unit that has worked pretty fantastically, keeping the pretty well-insulated place (well, the ground floor) at 68° in 110° weather without a hiccup, so I figured I had finally escaped this recurring theme.

You know, because I’m a stupidface idiot.

Since it’d be a little too ridiculous for this heavy-duty unit to break down already, the fates contrived a new, far more heinous way to deprive me of this modern comfort this time around: sewage leaking into the air ducts somewhere.

Or maybe something found its way in there and had the bad manners to die.  I don’t know; I haven’t actually tracked down what it is, yet.  Likely whatever will be the most expensive to fix.

So I could have cool air, if I wanted to choke on that air and vomit.

I don’t want to do that.

 

Bene vīvite.