Life this past week has not been what we had anticipated. On Monday, Hope dropped -and broke- a mercury thermometer (yes, the kind you're not supposed to have anymore) by the bed. In cleaning it up, I found mercury mostly on the hardwood floor, but also a tiny bit on the back of the bed and on the toy box which doubles as a night stand. I never did find the glass "tip" of the thermometer which has led to our current household project: tearing up the floor so we can get access under the heater where there was a crack where glass or mercury could conceivably fall.
How the room currently looks.
If one were to google "what to do when a mercury thermometer breaks" you will find all kinds of articles on how your home is now a toxic waste site. In cleaning up this mercury, you should wear old clothes, which you will be throwing out along with anything that could have possibly come in contact with the mercury. If we had carpeting, the advice would be to remove it and have it replaced. The articles are filled with stories on how entire families have been poisoned by a single thermometer and small children have been forever harmed.
But yet, I remember playing with mercury from a broken thermometer- my mother showing me how. In our home. Without throwing our clothes away afterwards.
When I called poison control, the lady on the other line advised me to clean it up the best I can and get on with life.
Which now includes tearing up the floor in order to make sure we got it all from around the heater area. Sigh.







