Kya
New Member
I am currently in the hospital because my apartment buildings management kept ignoring me.
On August 4th I awakened to my entire apartment floor, soaked with water, from an obvious leak. Instead of finding the source of the leak, they invaded my apartment with a huge, loud, ugly, dusty, industrial fan to dry the floor. I had to insist they move the fan from the middle of the floor because I have significant vision loss and am prone to falling. They would YELL at me that it is procedure to have the fan where they placed it to resolve the issue.
Everyday that I awakened and that floor is wet, I make a maintenance report because if I dont, the will not come to my apartment. In the report I am sure to include my vision loss, my being prone to falling and how wet floors and company equipment adds to the danger of my falling. And the risk of mold forming.
Their fan without finding the source idea, did not work. Everyday, they come out, that floor was wet.
I called 311, Code Enforcement, Adult Protective Services, my case manager, and anyone else who would listen.
On Thursday the 14th an inspector of the housing authority went into my bedroom and tore a piece of vinyl flooring up to investigate how wet the concrete underneath was. (My bed was moved into the livingroom 2 day prior. My bathroom is in my bedroom.). He haphazardly discarded the removed piece of flooring across the room.
The invesitagtor informed me that I will have to leave my apartment for 6 to 8 hours on Friday. The plan they devised was to remove the flooring in the entire apartment, use fans to dry the concrete and replace flooring.
At 3:00am on Friday the 15th. I attempted to go to the bathroom when I suddenly slipped on that discarded piece of flooring, on to that hard concrete floor. Thank God it was suggested to me that I sleep with zippered sweat pant, allowing me to keep my cell phone on me at all times. It became obvious that it was not a matter of "if" I would fall but "when".
To add injure to my injure, I had to scoot across the floor in order to unlock the doors for the EMT workers. I was like a bad Grace and Frankie episode where they had to scoot for the phone after they fell to the floor.
I am here in the hospital where the plan is the discharge me to a physical therapy rehabilitation center for a few weeks. Prayerful my apartment will be healthy for me to come home to.
If my disabilities had been made priority to them instead of wanting to cut corners. This could have been avoided. People ignore our thoughts, opinions and concerns because we are "older".
My brother has gotten the law firm of so and so involved and now my building management is calling me to gently outline what I can expect in my apartment when I return home. Now they wnat to consider me and my risk, without yelling at me, none the less. Ridiculous!
On August 4th I awakened to my entire apartment floor, soaked with water, from an obvious leak. Instead of finding the source of the leak, they invaded my apartment with a huge, loud, ugly, dusty, industrial fan to dry the floor. I had to insist they move the fan from the middle of the floor because I have significant vision loss and am prone to falling. They would YELL at me that it is procedure to have the fan where they placed it to resolve the issue.
Everyday that I awakened and that floor is wet, I make a maintenance report because if I dont, the will not come to my apartment. In the report I am sure to include my vision loss, my being prone to falling and how wet floors and company equipment adds to the danger of my falling. And the risk of mold forming.
Their fan without finding the source idea, did not work. Everyday, they come out, that floor was wet.
I called 311, Code Enforcement, Adult Protective Services, my case manager, and anyone else who would listen.
On Thursday the 14th an inspector of the housing authority went into my bedroom and tore a piece of vinyl flooring up to investigate how wet the concrete underneath was. (My bed was moved into the livingroom 2 day prior. My bathroom is in my bedroom.). He haphazardly discarded the removed piece of flooring across the room.
The invesitagtor informed me that I will have to leave my apartment for 6 to 8 hours on Friday. The plan they devised was to remove the flooring in the entire apartment, use fans to dry the concrete and replace flooring.
At 3:00am on Friday the 15th. I attempted to go to the bathroom when I suddenly slipped on that discarded piece of flooring, on to that hard concrete floor. Thank God it was suggested to me that I sleep with zippered sweat pant, allowing me to keep my cell phone on me at all times. It became obvious that it was not a matter of "if" I would fall but "when".
To add injure to my injure, I had to scoot across the floor in order to unlock the doors for the EMT workers. I was like a bad Grace and Frankie episode where they had to scoot for the phone after they fell to the floor.
I am here in the hospital where the plan is the discharge me to a physical therapy rehabilitation center for a few weeks. Prayerful my apartment will be healthy for me to come home to.
If my disabilities had been made priority to them instead of wanting to cut corners. This could have been avoided. People ignore our thoughts, opinions and concerns because we are "older".
My brother has gotten the law firm of so and so involved and now my building management is calling me to gently outline what I can expect in my apartment when I return home. Now they wnat to consider me and my risk, without yelling at me, none the less. Ridiculous!
I'm so sorry you've been hurt, Kya! The main thing now is that you sit up and grin and get well very very soon!
