I started demolishing my old bathroom this past Saturday. Several factors made this task I was actually looking forward to an epic chore. First was the weather. Saturday in Eastern PA, the temps were in the low 90's and the humidity was oppressive. Couple this with the fact that I was demolishing a second floor bathroom close to a roofline upped the temps at least 20-30 degrees. Once the walls were opened up, the room turned into an oven. Second, was the stairs. I wish I could have made some sort of slide out the window and just tossed everything out, but I couldn't or I would have destroyed a small roof and the plant life below. So I had to use the stairs. I took 47 trips, with one trip being up and down, carrying heavy items i.e. a cast iron tubs, sheets of plywood with tiles still attached, and trash containers full of drywall and tile. Third was the injuries. After a few times thinking I had something in my shoe only to look at my sole and notice a few nails going through, an errant nail finally got me and gashed my arm. Good thing Nurse Kate was on duty. After patching me up, I then procededed to put a 1-2" gash on my right temple while pulling out the fiberglass shower. Luckily a trip to the ER for stitches was avoided thanks again to Nurse Kate and some steri strips. The more likely scenario for an ER visit probably should have been the dehydration. My friend Christian and I started at 10 AM and finished up around 4:30 PM... It wasn't fun but at least it is over... Here are some before and afters.
