Was using a straight saw to cut the hardwood flooring at the fourth bedroom as not to have to rip up that room. No buckles, no bulges, so we figured we were in the clear. Just as I was pulling the very last small section under the door jam, poof - moisture. So-- I decided since I was ALMOST done with all of what I was going to do, I'd see how far it went. I began pulling up slats in the fourth bedroom and an hour later I've got one-third of the room up. There is so much moisture, I'm slipping on the floor. I figured I'd stop when I reached dry land, but thinking I'm going to be pulling it up until I reach Japan. Funny... this is where that one pipe, the one that goes directly from the kitchen to the side of the house with all the problems lays. It actually runs right through it. Humm.... a river runs through it. And I don't even like to fish.
One of the things that I inherited was an obsessive behavior. I will stick with something until I find an answer. I also think of myself as compulsive and if its a good habit, society likes me. lol
Anyhow, my hands have many blisters, my back, legs, head, neck, shoulders, arms, (did I say hands?), all hurt so much. I think I will put my mask back on, bag the wood, put it outside with the other moldy wood and spray like heck; my bleach/water mix on the newly opened concrete.
Hoping I don't still have this yucky stuff in my throat tomorrow from all of my demolition.