House of Mold pt. 2
We’re no stranger to challenging chapters in our life, but we had no clue the trials that were about to hit us smack dab in the face. We knew something was lurking, but didn’t realize the complexity that was coming.
As summer of 2023 was at its peak, the garden flourishing-ish (mainly the english cucumbers), the chicks started laying their beautiful eggs, and the rooster hadn’t quite gone full blown testosterone on us. We were living our best wannabe homestead life and working our butts off on this new piece of land.
Then one random Friday Sean came home early, which NEVER happens. He has a job with strict hours, so this is a rare occasion. Anywho! I decided that we needed a trip to good ole’ Costco to pick up a few things. I typically only take the kids with me, I’m pretty sure Sean has only gone there once or twice with me prior to this day. As we’re shopping I have this episode where I couldn’t see. You know when you look into the sun and when you look away you see nothing but black and blue? That happened, but take out looking at the sun and then I realized I couldn’t read anything, my vision had gone blurry, which quickly escalated to floaters/ squiggly lines going across my vision. I was trying to keep it together and pretend like things were fine, because that’s what we do right? This continued for a bit, then it again escalated to my peripheral vision going completely black and my head felt like it was going to implode. I can’t even imagine what I would’ve done if Sean hadn’t been there. To think I was going to do it solo, but God knew I needed him that day.
This episode took me out for a good three (3) days. I was thoroughly confused to what was happening to me. This type of “migraine” was so new to me! About one to two months after this I started realizing this HAD to be the mold causing this because after my migraine, I never felt the same since it happened. My body finally got to it’s breaking point. I struggled getting out of bed in the morning, I couldn’t physically make it through my day without laying down, I wasn’t able to workout the way I had been, I was silently struggling. I told Sean, it’s time…we need to figure out what is happening to me and I need testing, but we also need to do something about this house.
Thankful for colleagues who helped navigate our next steps because we both felt like deer in headlights as we tried to figure out what the next steps were going to be. It felt heavy, overwhelming, and oh so confusing. We met with a consultant who told us for us to get to living in a house that was 80% mold free would take a lot of work. We’d have to move out of our home, since the majority of what we could see at the time was in our mechanical closet-meaning we had to rip out the HVAC and water heater. It was the center of our home. We spent weeks praying and analyzing if we needed to just sell or go the inspection route to fix it.
As the weeks went on I was simultaneously preparing for testing, I had run an OAT test and then looking into running a Bioresonance scan. My body felt off and my intuition was telling me that what I was feeling wasn’t anywhere near normal and it was time to get answers!
We FINALLY made a decision as we awaited my functional tests to come back. However, I’ll leave It there for now because it’s about to get juicy.
