Background: I’ve written in the last two years about my lung disease. When I was diagnosed, my hubby started making the house dust-free for me, and ripped out the wall to wall carpet. That’s when we found mold the FIRST time.
It was from a leak in the bathroom, apparently. We had found the leak some time back, but did not realize that mold was growing where we couldn’t see it. When my hubby ripped up the carpets, he found mold under the carpets in the rooms adjacent to the bathroom: my bedroom, where I spent eight hours a day, and my office, where I spent another eight hours a day.
I had worked at home for seven years. It was the best job in the world. Having no oxygen in my brain, caused by my yet undiagnosed lung disease, made me lose my job. Rats.
Last week, my hubby painted the concrete, carpet-less, floor in the living room. Yesterday, since the floor looked so nice, he decided to paint the walls. He started sanding an area that had peeling paint, and lo and behold, more mold was underneath the peeling paint. A nice really big patch of mold.
The really crumby thing is that since I’ve been sick, I’ve spent all my time in my lazy boy chair in the living room. So, once again, mold is in the room I spend most of my time.
Well, heck. No wonder I’m not getting better…..
The peeling paint is adjacent to the ceiling. We poked around with a screwdriver to see how bad it is, and a screwdriver easily goes right through the drywall into the attic.
Who knows how far this problem extends. We just had a new roof put up a few months ago. Maybe our roof leaked and and we did not know it.
Anyway, this is not fun news. I did some research on mold yesterday online. We printed out a stack of info from the state health department and the US Environmental Protection Agency. I also called a certified mold inspector. We are going to get the whole house checked out once and for all this week I hope.
Me getting sick and having no income for two years has made things tight financially. We’ve been very frugal to make the money stretch. I’m a little nervous about how extensive the mold in the attic is. It’s not like it is going to be an optional expense.
We’ve called our insurance company yesterday, too. They said that mold is not covered, but water damage is. Anyway, perhaps some of the cost of getting rid of the mold might be covered by insurance for the water damage. I hope I hope I hope I hope I hope….
I’ve been feeling really punky lately, more than usual. (Punky is my word for feeling in general ill health. That definition is not in the dictionary, so don’t bother…..)
Another thing, feeling sick all the time makes it more difficult for me to handle stress….
I’ve been letting Windows Live know about the spam problem in Spaces comments since last February. I’ve recently realized that there is an endless supply of “No name” accounts available to Spammers. Even if Windows Live DID close the accounts of the reported known spammers, that would not make a dent in it since they keep getting new accounts every few weeks. Anyway, since I’ve been feeling so sick all the time lately, I had to back up from the spam issue.
After I first got sick, my hubby moved my computer out of my office. Now, the computer is in the living room, hooked to our HDTV and I have a wireless keyboard and mouse in my lazy boy chair. All this within breathing distance of the newly found crop of mold. Dang it….
Oh well. This is just a post for no apparent reason. I guess I just needed to rant and get it off my chest. Grr.
Edited to add:
The next morning, Monday, November 16:
When I wrote this yesterday, it was just cathartic to deal with the frustration. Now, I’m asking for help. I would appreciate your prayers, if that is your thing, but kind thoughts are totally welcome, too. I’m scared.
All of my birds, with their little bitty lungs, have been living in the living room right under where we found the mold. As I said before, being sick makes it more difficult for me to handle stress. I could not sleep last night because of worrying about everything. I think the worst thing I’m worried about is having to move out of my home while they do the work. I have dogs, birds, bunnies (plus my pond goldfish). I don’t want to have to board my pets.
An “Aha" moment just came to me when I was writing that.
I feel that God is trying to teach me (again) to rely on him. I really have not been a Christian very long (only 13 years) for my age (over 50). I was used to running my own life for a long time. I was the all-powerful Super Career Girl (in my own mind), and that is very difficult to let go of. This is an other opportunity for me to learn to trust God. Dang. I hate this kind of homework.
You know, in math class, how you had to keep working the same kinds of problems over and over until you could do them well? I think this is God’s way of telling me I have an other opportunity to learn to trust him. I would rather do algebra and geometry, thank you very much.
Jesus specifically says “Do Not Worry”. I am totally going against Jesus’ advice when I worry about things. Besides, it is extra silly to worry about things over which I have no control, anyway.
Well, I guess this is a good time for me to start meditating on this passage again:
Do Not Worry:
"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Thank you, Jesus, for an other opportunity to get to know you better. Sorry I’m such a hard-head.