Photo credit: Steven Groves from Denver, CO, via Wikimedia Commons |
You know how "they" (whoever they are) say bad things happen in threes? Well, I must be an over achiever, because it seems the sh!@# has hit the fan across the board lately.
I'm going to try not to sound like a whiner - I'm striving for straight up documenting the crap reality that's happening at the moment. Which I've come to fondly refer to as the sh!@# sandwich.
I was joking with a friend the other day about how our sh!@# sandwich has 3 different kinds of cheese, fancy bread, 4 different kinds of meat, etc.
Not only have we moved from one side of the country to the other, (which alone comes with its share of stress) we've managed to check off way too many other boxes. Now, for my unnecessary visual aid:
Our new home, the dog's health, my health, the vehicle...it seemed to keep piling on.
The abbreviated version is that we bought a new home and immediately discovered a persistent, mysterious, musty smelling odor. We thought a new dehumidifier in the basement would do the trick. No such luck.
The dehumidifier was our first attempt at mitigation, and we quickly racked up a laundry list of further attempts at solving the problem:
- A commercial grade ozone air purifier similar to what's used to clean the air after severe smoke damage
- Strategically deploying pouches of activated charcoal (an odor absorber)
- Having the pipes professionally hydro-jetted to blast out any built up mold and funk (a drain snake with a pressure washer attached the the end)
- Dumping live powdered enzymes that eat organic waste like mold, grease, hair, food particles, paper, cotton & sewage down all the drains
We're giving it a little more time for the enzymes to eat their way through any residual funk and hopefully fully take effect, so here's hoping. It's been exhausting. And stinky. No one wants to live in a musty house!
While dealing with the house smell, we found a lump on Cheety's tail that turned out to be a malignant mast cell tumor. Cue the hysteria here.
He had surgery to get it removed - along with 4 vertebrae in his tail - the poor thing. He still has his signature curly tail, but it's significantly shorter.
He's high as a kite and more than a little freaked out about it in this picture |
Then the Jeep crapped out, and the cherry on the cake was breaking out in hives from below my neck to my knees. That was stupendous.
But as these things go, we're back on the upswing. Pathology came back on the pup and he's all clear. Low grade tumor, completely removed, little chance of future spreading. Can I get a hallelujah?!
Hives are long gone and I'm no longer trying to itch my skin off. Wouldn't wish that one on anyone.
Jeep was fixed without a heart attack inducing price tag. Well done my trusty, 14 year old bag of a car!
The lovely house odor is getting better, but I'm calling that one still pending!
So all in all, things are starting to look up. Dare I say we might be over the hump? Good Lord, I hope so. We already have enough fancy cheese on our sandwich!
Ta-ta for now.