Remember a while back I wrote about Moldy Mushrooms growing between the carpet and the back door. Well I kind of wish I would have been a little bit more curious, it could have prevented a major problem. I have a serious mold issue now. I was able to firmly press and feel the floor give. I came downstairs pulled out some insulation and I saw the black and what looked like some additional mushrooms growing. FUCK yeah there are so many things I want to say but that word just sums it up.
I have done my research on-line and first learned that bleach doesn’t kill mold. That is an old wives tale or a misconception. All it does is mask the problem, the mold turns from black to white and then in a couple months it will come back with a vengeance.
This type of loss is typically not covered by insurance which is a huge problem in and of it’s self. Average costs (I haven’t gotten an estimate yet) are $10,000 and up. I feel very scared and all alone. I called my 1 friend and he wasn’t of much help just told me I needed to get it fixed. No shit Sherlock I knew that from the get go. Then he said they may need to rip out walls and that this could get expensive quickly. Yeah I realize that as well. I talked about selling my house and he said first since you know about the problem you will need to fix it or you could get sued. Second, where on earth would you go? I said well I could walk in front of a moving train and that would solve all my problems. That thought is a horrible one to have but I made it worse and said maybe the cats could come along.
Look I do have a desire to kill myself and have for quite sometime. Mainly because I’m scared and lonely. I have been through a fucking tornado of emotions and loss and it seems like the world is constantly shitting on me. The sun does come out for short periods but then the tide turns and it’s time to get crapped on. So the desire is there but that doesn’t mean I am going to act on it. Don’t worry about me in that regard, I will be fine. Mainly for two reasons. First and foremost my cats – they mean the world to me and I don’t want to leave them. Second because I would probably fuck up in the process and not die. Something would go horribly wrong and I would live but be worse off than I am right now. I just want the shit storm to clear out and to be left alone. I guess everyone feels this way at times, I just tend to be more vocal about it.
I can’t get this mold issue out of my mind. The cause I think is the fact that the gutters were clogged. I unclogged one of them but the gutter wasn’t in place. This would have never happened if someone didn’t put in a deck but no we had to have the deck. I hate the fucking thing. Yeah it looks nice but it’s never used. There were great intentions but carrying them out just never came to pass. Anyway, today I did gutter repair and jury rigged something together that I believe will work. That’s the other problem I’m not a handy type of guy. I can fix a computer issue but make it a mechanical issue of any type and I am not the guy you want. Sure I have something in place and of course I am hoping for a monsoon of a storm to check and see if it works but wouldn’t you know it, no rain in the forecast. It’s been very wet lately which didn’t help things for me.
I bought some mold killer and given things a good spray. My big fear is that I’ll come home and find the floor has given way and one of the cats fell through. They would wind up in the basement so they wouldn’t escape but I am more worried about serious injury or death. Initially this looked minor and something I could control on my own but after digging further and not stopping at the first sign, I found out that I am well in over my head. I need a professional but I don’t have professional money.
Another option that came to mind was calling the we buy ugly houses people. They would get the place as is and I would take a huge loss. They would flip the place and make a boatload in the end. I on the other hand would be out on my ass and have to find a new place to live. I looked last night for the hell of it. Most places have a 2 pet limit and charge monthly rent for the pets, plus require a huge deposit. So I would wind up giving up a lot and paying roughly the same or more in rent. If I got that route I would need to buy another home, much smaller than what I have now. Me thinks when I got this place I should have sold it and moved but my emotional attachment is what kept me, not to mention the number of cats I had at the time. Now I have this HUGE burden and I don’t quite know how I am going to weather this storm (no pun intended).
If you have any advice I’m all ears and would love to hear from you. Thanks for stopping by. I’ve spent the afternoon at work and I am bushed so headed to bed. Talk with you all again soon.