These two things exist with us in our universe and I’ve never been bothered by them until yesterday. With more than a handful of other items occupying an overflowing river of rot, salmonella and rusty nails just had to creep their nasty way into mix.
Which one came first the rusty nail or the concern over salmonella? It’s an interesting question for the simple fact that there is a great possibility that there wouldn’t have been a concern regarding the salmonella if the rust covered nail situation didn’t exist, yet sadly it does.
An extremely shortened version of yesterday’s two incidents—
Prior to moving in:
- Previous tenant supposedly upgraded the kitchen floor to ceramic tile.
- Said person hired an individual with apparent lack of experience.
- Moved in October before last, noticed a few cracks in the tile and knew it would need replacing.
- Making a simple cup of tea last week, crunch, crack and dip went a piece of tile.
- Pulled back the rug for a close inspection and found the corner piece completely broken off.
- Trying to understand the descent I felt in the floor I removed the broken piece to investigate.
- To my dismay I was looking at rotting subfloor.
If you understand at least a little of how tile works you know there should be rock board or what others call cement board installed beneath the tile. Our kitchen had none! (Of course when switching to tile it all depends on the type of flooring you currently have installed.)
While we are a family that enjoys DIY projects we know our limitations. Installing new tile is definitely one of them.
First Rusty Nail:
- Rotting floors need immediate attention so therefore we called our trusted contractor for an estimate.
- While showing my findings to the contractor I cut my finger on the nail previously mentioned that was bare of wood; obviously hence the rot.
- Got a great estimate, scheduled the work to begin yesterday, and it did.
Now, knowing that we are going to be restricted from the kitchen for approximately a week, over the weekend we set up a make shift one in our mudroom. Before cleaning the kitchen completely out we prepped all our meats and some vegetables to store in the refrigerator so that our meals were easier to cook with our moveable appliances.
Contractor arrives as scheduled yesterday. Removal of old tiles begin, which leads to the finding of more rotten subfloor. I simply stood out of the way looking at the majority of rotten wood thanking anyone and everyone all our appliances had not fallen through the floor. Dutifully shaking my head with concerns over extra cost I went to check on my students (my kids – homeschool) and to get dinner cooking.
- Sunday afternoon we prepared garlic chicken to marinade overnight.
- Monday’s dinner – Garlic chicken
- While explaining and quizzing state-of-being verbs, predicate pronouns, predicate nouns, fielding new questions from the contractor while my cell beeped with texts and the home phone rang I forgot myself for 2 seconds in the pungent, mouthwatering aroma of garlic and ran my finger down the container for a taste. (Possibly a few times I did that.) A few minutes passed before remembering it had just been home to the marinating chicken. Okay, I didn’t panic. I did not ingest enough for there to be a justifiable concern; at least that is what I told myself.
Second Rusty Nail:
- Lunch time was quickly around the corner, and in our house that means coffee time with my husband on his lunch break; only I had forgotten the coffee filters and coffee in the cabinet of our kitchen with the now completely demolished floor. In a hurry, since lunch break isn’t long, I rushed into the kitchen to retrieve said items. There was one lonely rusty nail. One! It was precisely angled where we store these items and without looking down I ran straight to the cabinet. Then there was a yell containing an expletive as I felt the searing pain. I removed my foot quickly without thinking, items in hand, I headed back to the mudroom now full with people looking at me and in unison announcing RUSTY NAIL!
- High pain tolerance is a wonderful thing – sometimes. I wasn’t experiencing any of the pain or throbbing that some or most people do after firmly planting their foot on a rusty nail and that was fine by me. Then around 3 when I sat down for a small reprieve from teaching, supervising, cooking, cleaning and all the wonderful things that keep us busy; the pain came. Without warning and without a warm up the initial pain was sharp and shot upward through my foot. The sort of pain that makes a stomach lurch and causes bile to raise in the throat so hot you can breathe fire with all good dragons. A burning sensation followed this pain; consuming my foot, and making me wish I had an ice cold mountain stream to shove it in. Lastly, a hard throbbing beat between the top and bottom of my foot, as if it were keeping rhythm to a tribe whose line long ago deceased. So, this was the pain everyone questioned me about! I could’ve screamed hey everyone the pain finally arrived, however, when there was finally someone for me to tell, it had subsided.
I’m grateful that for whatever people want to call it, whether it’s high pain tolerance, good fortune, in my sketchbook of current events I didn’t need to include a self-portrait in a hospital bed with IVs of antibiotics, fluids and pain medications.
Today is only day 2 of the kitchen renovation, and I have been staying clear of the area with the exception of a peek here and there through the doorways.
- Salmonellosis can develop between 8 to 72 hours after consumption. (So far; so well)
- Tetanus shots should be kept current. (Mine was last received more than 20 years ago…I am overdue!)
Hope everyone else had a better start to their week than I did.