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Sep. 26th, 2002 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckWell, I lost a good portion of last week to a nasty, nasty headache. I'm still not positive what caused it, but my suspicions lean toward the leak I eventually found in the waterbed. I'm not certain, though, because the symptoms eased before we dealt with the problem.
We only discovered the leak because I noticed the smell, that sort of musty, damp odor that says that something's rotting. I couldn't figure out where it was coming from, and the upper surface of the bed was dry. Then I went to tuck in the sheet at the corner nearest where my head is when I lie down. The foam siding was wet underneath.
I ended up sleeping in the spare bedroom that night. Scott stayed on the waterbed because we weren't sure we could get him set up elsewhere with the c-pap and his alarm clock, especially not since it was already bedtime when I discovered the wetness. I didn't sleep all that well, but it was better than I'd have slept while worrying about the as yet unlocated leak.
The next day, I drained the waterbed so that we could search for the leak. It was obvious that things had been leaking for quite some time because there was a lot of water between the bladder and the liner. As it turned out, the actual leak was in the corner diagonal from the one where I'd found exterior wetness. It had simply taken that long to find a hole in the liner.
Scott put a patch in place, and we both spent the night elsewhere, me in the spare bedroom and him on the couch (we couldn't figure out how to set up the c-pap in the spare bedroom, and we've got enough junk in there that Scott wasn't certain he could get in and out of the bed safely). The patch cured properly, but I spent one further night sleeping elsewhere because we wanted to try to deal with the allergens in the foam. I'm firmly of the opinion that only bleach will actually kill the stuff, but Scott swears by Lysol. In both cases, I'm equally allergic to the potential cures as to the problem. We went with Lysol because it was less likely to utterly destroy the foam (and because Scott was going to have to be the one applying the stuff and thus could enforce his opinions). I'm still having trouble with the Lysol odor...
Monday evening, after Scott got home from work, we went shopping for one of those mattresses with the adjustable air bladders. At least if one of those leaks, it won't damage floor or furniture. The salesman said we could use our existing platform for the new mattress and so save ourselves a not inconsiderable amount of money.
So, some time in the next week, a couple of large packages will be arriving at our house, and Scott will get to undertake a new assembly project. We have a 30 day test period during which time we can return everything for full money (minus shipping) back. Hopefully, this will work. I must say that I rather like the idea that the pressure on my side of the bed won't vary wildly depending on Scott's movements or his presence or absence.
After buying the mattress, we went to Olive Garden. Scott had promised me a trip there on the way home from GenCon in early August, but it had taken that long for us to get around to it. We had a pleasant meal.
We only discovered the leak because I noticed the smell, that sort of musty, damp odor that says that something's rotting. I couldn't figure out where it was coming from, and the upper surface of the bed was dry. Then I went to tuck in the sheet at the corner nearest where my head is when I lie down. The foam siding was wet underneath.
I ended up sleeping in the spare bedroom that night. Scott stayed on the waterbed because we weren't sure we could get him set up elsewhere with the c-pap and his alarm clock, especially not since it was already bedtime when I discovered the wetness. I didn't sleep all that well, but it was better than I'd have slept while worrying about the as yet unlocated leak.
The next day, I drained the waterbed so that we could search for the leak. It was obvious that things had been leaking for quite some time because there was a lot of water between the bladder and the liner. As it turned out, the actual leak was in the corner diagonal from the one where I'd found exterior wetness. It had simply taken that long to find a hole in the liner.
Scott put a patch in place, and we both spent the night elsewhere, me in the spare bedroom and him on the couch (we couldn't figure out how to set up the c-pap in the spare bedroom, and we've got enough junk in there that Scott wasn't certain he could get in and out of the bed safely). The patch cured properly, but I spent one further night sleeping elsewhere because we wanted to try to deal with the allergens in the foam. I'm firmly of the opinion that only bleach will actually kill the stuff, but Scott swears by Lysol. In both cases, I'm equally allergic to the potential cures as to the problem. We went with Lysol because it was less likely to utterly destroy the foam (and because Scott was going to have to be the one applying the stuff and thus could enforce his opinions). I'm still having trouble with the Lysol odor...
Monday evening, after Scott got home from work, we went shopping for one of those mattresses with the adjustable air bladders. At least if one of those leaks, it won't damage floor or furniture. The salesman said we could use our existing platform for the new mattress and so save ourselves a not inconsiderable amount of money.
So, some time in the next week, a couple of large packages will be arriving at our house, and Scott will get to undertake a new assembly project. We have a 30 day test period during which time we can return everything for full money (minus shipping) back. Hopefully, this will work. I must say that I rather like the idea that the pressure on my side of the bed won't vary wildly depending on Scott's movements or his presence or absence.
After buying the mattress, we went to Olive Garden. Scott had promised me a trip there on the way home from GenCon in early August, but it had taken that long for us to get around to it. We had a pleasant meal.
