Do you ever feel like you just can’t catch a break? My life is good, so I can’t complain. And yet, my healthy habits seem to be perpetually assaulted by factors beyond my control.
In 2018, we had a major pipe leak that flooded a third of our home. In 2019, we discovered black mold under the kitchen sink. In 2021, we discovered yet more mold, We’ve had three significant remediation projects in under four years, during which we were displaced from our home and forced to drain our emergency savings to pay the deductibles.
Well, we ended last year confident that our fungi problems were a thing of the past! In January 2022, per our doctor’s suggestion, we retested levels to confirm. I expected the levels to be higher than ideal, but was dumbfounded at the results.
The levels went up! The green mold tackled in the last remediation was largely resolved, but black mold is back for its encore.
Our home is a health hazard and we’ve largely depleted our resources. Home prices are so out-of-control in our area that the 700-ft unit above us was listed last night for $350,000 and has supposedly received 27 offers in under one day. For a tiny condo unit with major issues. That is to say, we’ve been priced out of our hometown, and even the distant outskirts of our hometown.
It feels like a losing battle. Despite undergoing somewhat expensive treatment for biotoxin illness, my partner and I have not been showing signs of improvement. I guess this is why.
I don’t know what to do anymore. Last summer, we paid extra for the mold remediators to cut squares out of the drywall in each room to look for hidden mold and they found nothing, signifying that a new leak has sprung in the last four months. My partner is running for the HOA board to push for a massive overhaul of the 50-year old pipes, but few resident will vote for a special assessment fee or increase to the already absurdly-high monthly fee.
I feel defeated. We desperately need to get our health in order, but it feels like each step forward is followed by two steps back. I don’t know what to do anymore. Do we try to strike a deal with the devil we know and pursue remediation again (and again)? Or do we flee the scene of the crime and hope that things might be better in some super-rural new build? It’s a tough call. Hopefully we’ll find our answer soon.