The last call gave me a little hope, but even then, I had to wait a whole twenty-four hours before I could have my unit fixed.
I was standing by the fridge with the door open trying to cool my body. The heat had reached degrees that I had only experienced in a different geographical area. Calling for ac repair had become impossible since calls to any HVAC company were not going through, and the one that went through, the receiver on the other end of the home services provider would only offer an apology as every a/c worker was out in the field. It was all my fault. I had a quality HVAC unit but I had neglected it and never bothered with HVAC maintenance. It seemed that the air conditioning system had enough of my maltreatment and had hit back when it hurt most. I was sweating buckets. In my misery, I remembered a friend who works as an HVAC technician. She had taken it upon herself to teach me more about my air conditioner but I dismissed him saying that I was not interested in a lecture on HVACs. I had only said it as a joke, but now I only wished I had learned a thing or two, and maybe I could have fixed the AC and improved the air quality even temporarily until the next HVAC professional would be available. I took a shower, but the minute the cold water dried, I was back to sweating again. The last call gave me a little hope, but even then, I had to wait a whole twenty-four hours before I could have my unit fixed. I had learned my lesson the hard way. As the tech worked I asked him about the ductwork and what I could do to help with indoor comfort. He told me to check the air duct and to replace the ac filter regularly.