Buying a new house??

We've started the long process of selling our house and buying a new house. It's a long process because we have been renovating the moldy house and getting it treated for sale, and then we will obviously have to take out time buying the next one so we avoid mold.

On the weekend, I went to a few open for inspections mainly to see whether I can detect if a house has mold. When we do find a house we like we will be getting mold air testing done to be sure. As well as a building report to check for water intrusion. Mr B has been really concerned that we could inadvertently end up in this predicament again (which would prove too costly).

So around I went. I went to 3 inspections. First one, I was fine - the house was good. I even looked under the house and the ground was dry. But then came the next two. The 2nd house had no visible mold but I knew it was there. Within 10 minutes I started to wheeze, my chest was contricted and my throat burned. I had to reach pretty quickly for Ventolin and antihistamines. The 3rd house - what can I say. It had mold - you could smell it, you could see it - all over one bedroom ceiling. I got out of there pretty quick smart. Again came the meds.

It took me the rest of the day to get over this exposure. And I use the words get over fairly loosely. I still feel fairly crappy but that's for another reason.

On top of this, both yesterday and today I've been around the outside of our moldy house. We simply cannot financially afford for to get other people in for everything. I've been painting our fence and balustrading on the stairs to our front door. And bam - I'm wheezy. Some of our relatives have offered to help and even though I feel guilty, I'm going to have to take them up on it. I've come to realisation that I cant fight through this on going poisoning.

Poor little kitties :-(

As I mentioned in our story, both our cats have been unwell since we moved into this house.

Unfortunately when Little B and I moved out, we had to leave the cats behind. They have been well cared for, fed and looked after by Mr B during that time but recently our youngest cat began having massive mood changes and seemed generally unwell.

We moved her up to Granny B's (which is a juggle as her cat is not cat friendly). Our poor little kitty H was a bit of a mess. Off her food, lethargic and after a few days, we discovered she was bleeding from her bowels. Turns out the mold had colonised her bowel and her skin. With our vets help, we treated her and after 3 weeks she is on the improve.

Problem sorted I hear you say?? Well today I booked our other cat M in for grooming so she could make the move up here (she is half Persian). The vet looked her over and suddenly it was emergency stations 'stat'. Now it turns out she is sick as well and she has an autoimmune disease brought on by "exposure to a toxic environment" which in turn is impacting on her heart. Turns out the vomiting they assured us wasnt serious and was caused by furballs in a long haired cat, is actually very serious.

All I can say is that this afternoon I am both heart broken and angry. Heart broken because our poor little kitties are now bearing the brunt of this house and angry because the vets didnt take us seriously when we brought the cats in during the last 12 months.