Some of the work done in the house involved removing drywall, and Gary is convinced that gypsum particles are still floating in the air weeks later. He can’t sleep in the main bedroom because a ceiling was removed in the main bathroom and he can still feel the particles on his skin.
He harrumphs and hacks all right long. I have begged him, pleaded with him to sleep in a hotel. No. He just mutters about how I’m trying to kill him. Evidently, this is the price I must pay on top of the bill I must pay.
I am an experienced spouse, so I know to say, “That sounds awful,” but after saying that I begin listing the obvious solutions, like, “If you truly are allergic to gypsum then why not take some Benadryl or Claritin?” (No.) “How about running the humidifier?” (No.) “Please, please go to a hotel.” (No.)
On the plus side, he has been washing his bedclothes. I might suggest to him that the piles of t-shirts on his closet floor are gypsum dust magnets and he might want to tidy them up.
2 responses to “Gypsum”
Mask and clean-suit as for an alien movie, for Gary, maybe?
But also uuuuugh and may the real or imaginary dust settle soon!
(but yes, washing everything it might have landed on is a great plan!)
KC – He has purchased a big fan and is blowing it all out through the window, or so he thinks.