Madri-Gal
Well-Known Member
Never been a big fan of bleach, but with having to kill cooties on scrubs made me paranoid enough to buy a bottle. Could have been all the dope I vaped causing the paranoia, because I was also paranoid about the bleach. Turns out, it was with good reason.
My lungs were still recovering from a bout of pneumonia, but M-G was out of quarantine and headed back to work. A celebratory load of wash was thrown in, and the washing machine got in the spirit with a vigorous spin cycle, and tossed the full bottle onto the floor. The bleach bottle, unable to contain itself, landed on it's cap, which broke off spilling the contents on the floor.
I felt the bleach as fast as I smelled it, and I grabbed a roll of paper towels. There was no good way to deal with this one. My lungs were roasted by the time I was done. I couldn't get under the machine, but I did open every window in the house as a rain storm hit, and put a pet gate up to keep the dogs from the area. The cats removed themselves.
My lungs have never burned so bad. I clipped on a Pulse Ox, and spent the next ten hours checking my O2 sats, and focusing on getting enough air in. M-G got home near midnight, and moved the washer and dryer, and got the rest of the spilled bleach up. I had to up my dose of Horrible Lung Meds, and haven't been sleeping from the side effects, but my breathing is easier, and bleach has been permanently banished from the house.
I feel really, really, lazy right now. My lack of motivation is actually impressive.
My lungs were still recovering from a bout of pneumonia, but M-G was out of quarantine and headed back to work. A celebratory load of wash was thrown in, and the washing machine got in the spirit with a vigorous spin cycle, and tossed the full bottle onto the floor. The bleach bottle, unable to contain itself, landed on it's cap, which broke off spilling the contents on the floor.
I felt the bleach as fast as I smelled it, and I grabbed a roll of paper towels. There was no good way to deal with this one. My lungs were roasted by the time I was done. I couldn't get under the machine, but I did open every window in the house as a rain storm hit, and put a pet gate up to keep the dogs from the area. The cats removed themselves.
My lungs have never burned so bad. I clipped on a Pulse Ox, and spent the next ten hours checking my O2 sats, and focusing on getting enough air in. M-G got home near midnight, and moved the washer and dryer, and got the rest of the spilled bleach up. I had to up my dose of Horrible Lung Meds, and haven't been sleeping from the side effects, but my breathing is easier, and bleach has been permanently banished from the house.
I feel really, really, lazy right now. My lack of motivation is actually impressive.
