Continued Misery

I slept horribly last night. The skin crawling feeling is back. The respiratory issues are back. The feeling of being dropped down of a 3 story house is back. I’m exhausted. I didn’t do much of anything at all today. My mouth is killing me. And to top it all off, my ear is killing me.

I cannot wait to talk to the attorney tomorrow. Much of the misery and fright that I’ve experienced the past 3 years realistically comes down to the negligence of this fucking shithole we live in. I know that the property is going to be liable for a very significant amount. Most likely, due to the nature, this will be going to court. The pathetic attempt at the property trying to get me to settle for literally nothing is a fucking joke, but just goes to show they don’t look out for the well-being of their residents.

As I started to research mold, and its impacts on heart health, I wasn’t shocked to read over and over the effects of prolonged exposure to mold.

Mold can cause clots. Can cause heart rhythm issues. To top it all off, heart attacks. Sound familiar?

This place is going to get sued into the ground for what they put me through. Their profound negligence is astounding. But again, they don’t care.

They are going to care when I take them to court, I guarantee that.

I absolutely cannot wait to hear back from the new property. The tentative lease start will be the 22nd. It couldn’t be any sooner. I feel so fucking awful sitting here in this fucking place, fill well knowing what it did to us, and what it continues to do. Monday I will be contacting Envirospec to come back out and do a thorough test. Again, it’s just going to show it’s still here.

I firmly believe between the “mold remediation company” that was hired, and switching the environmental testing group for the post test, just shows that the property went out of their way to do this as cheaply as possible, and that their negligence really shows through.

All of this will come out. My medical problems since 2020, the constant clots, infections, and you guessed it, the heart attack is 100% related to the mold. It’s undeniable when the sinus surgery pulled mold out of my sinuses.

I just want my life back. As best as it can be. The damage I’ve survived over the years has scarred me both physically, and mentally. I am hoping that getting out of here will help all of us, the lawsuit on the other hand, will take time. I’ll just have to find a way to financially survive everything till it’s over.

Anies grabbed all the boxes from the garage, and has started packing. I feel horrible that I can’t help for the most part. It’s not like we have a lot of stuff, but the couch will DEFINITELY NOT be coming with. I’m pretty sure it’s infested with mold, and I’m not going to move it to somewhere it’s going to be clean. Again, it’s bullshit that I have to be dealing with all this after everything that’s happened.

As for the move, when it does happen, the blog will go offline until I can move all the stuff from here to the new place. The plan is to get me out of here ASAP. I don’t need much. But regardless, the hope is that we are completely out of here by 12/31, the attorney sends the property a letter stating we are done here, and he can get to work on recovering what we are owed.

I’m glad I stood up to the property manager that day she called. I knew everything changed when I sent them the spelled out email about the past 3 years. I could hear it in her voice that she didn’t give a fuck, and was just parroting what the lawyers told her. Going forward, they can email anything.

Once we are out of this place, we aren’t cleaning up shit. I don’t give a fuck. I’m not going to spend any more time in this place, that’s absolutely necessary. They can shove the apartment and the mold straight up their asses.

I’ll update tomorrow after I talk to the attorney, and see all the doctors.