| Week. From. HELL. |
[May. 24th, 2008|06:15 pm] |
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Well...the last seven days turned my life into a total shambles. We're prolly going to have to move, the boy and I are both sick, and we spent most of the last week without air conditioning. I will explain.
Our a/c quit working last Thursday. Hubby and I call the landlord on Friday, leave him a message. I stay in the hot house all day Friday, figuring a repair guy will be out. (I send the boy off with the in-laws.) Nothing happens. Will calls again Saturday, leaves ANOTHER message. Mum takes me and the boy out for supper and drops us off at aunt's house so we can get out of the hot house (which is averaging 85+ degrees). Landlord shows up at mall, talks to hubby, claims he's "working on it".
Sunday morning. Landlord calls...gives us the number for the a/c repair company he uses, and tells us it's "your problem now". We call the a/c people, leave a message, and proceed to pack up and spend the day at a hotel, rather than sit and roast in the now 90 degree house. Monday, we check out upon getting a voicemail from the a/c company that they will be out to repair the a/c unit that morning.
They show up. They find the problem (a part has gone bad, nothing too major), they replace the part, and then call the landlord to arrange payment. The landlord REFUSES payment, because he wants to dispute a $189 labor/service bill...so the a/c company REMOVES the part, packs up, and leaves. We hear this from the a/c repair guy...the landlord NEVER CALLS. We pack bags and go back to the hotel...which in turn, causes hubby to have to go in two hours late to work. (Keep in mind, that according to FL law, the landlord HAS to fix the a/c...it's no different than him refusing us heat, water, or electricity...)
Tuesday morning. Hubby and I have spent half the night awake, discussing our next move, as we can't just spend $100 a night on hotels, etc. We check out of hotel, go back to oven-known-as-our-house. Still have not heard from landlord. We start looking online and in the phone book, get ahold of an attorney. He can squeeze us in that afternoon. Hubby calls off work, and I ask in-laws to watch the boy, as he has come down with a 100 degree fever. We go talk to the attorney, he decides to fax the landlord a letter at his place of business, as well as mail out a hard copy. We pick the boy up and go back to the oven...which has only cooled down to 80 degrees, and that is because of rain.
Wednesday morning. We decide to fix the a/c ourselves if need be, and go after the landlord for it in court, as we can't live this way. Boy is still running fever, won't eat, barely sleeps, etc. I cancel my doc's appt, and we make one with the pediatrician instead. In the meantime, landlord has the BOLLOCKS to finally call. Hubby chews him a new arsehole, beating me to it. I grab the phone from him mid-expletive, and kindly inform the landlord that he is not to call either of us, show up at the house, or show up where hubby works. He is to deal with our attorney. I hang up on him, and we proceed with our day. A/C repair people show up again, but hubby and I don't hold our breath. We take boy to doctor's, and he is diagnosed with a viral infection. Doc says it may not have been caused by the heat, but living in that environment certainly didn't help matters, and he'll be better in about a week.
We go home late Wed. afternoon, to find that FINALLY, the a/c works again. Thinking the worst is over, we start nosing around the neighborhood, looking at houses, b/c we're not sure we want to deal with this landlord again.
Wrong. I wake up sick Thursday morning. Try to care for sick child, whose fever is finally going away, and struggle to find cold/allergy pill that will help me breathe. No better yesterday, but the boy started to show signs of improvement. Mum comes to take him and give me a break...and hubby got to come home early, which helped.
I'm finally starting to be able to breathe today...but odds are we'll be stuck moving, as this landlord is giving us more hell. Boy is all but well, he's just picky about what he'll eat b/c of the sores in the back of his mouth. I sound hoarse, due to the drainage and the cough associated with it. And to top it ALL off...my monthly friend has arrived, complete with cramps.
Oh, and I couldn't even vent to ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) serena_vox until today, because her computer decided to do what mine did and go kerplooey on her this week. So she and I have both been miserable. I did get to talk to her today, thank Adam. *snuggles* I have MISSED you so freakin' much!!!!
That should explain why I haven't posted or commented all week. *sigh* Hopefully I didn't miss anything 'too' important. |
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