  So,  you know how I'm always shiny mcwhinying about being sick all the time?  I think I know why.  Not why I'm whining about it,  but why i'm permasick.  My nose is typically runny,
 my cough will not go away,  then there are the migraines,  the rashes ( on my face,  Jacen,  so shut it!
 Perma flu.  There's also the occasional barfage.  Right.  There's also some freaky shit growing on my walls.  Black stuff,  on the exterior walls,
 but on the inside,  if you know what I mean.  I'm also a perma nerd as well as being perma sick,  so I researched the freaky shit.  The freaky shit is mold.  Black,
 stupid mold,  and I should note,  at this point that it is spreading.  Not much,  but there you have it.  (
I think I may have even mentioned it before,  even)  I found an article on it,  the website is this:  http: www.
familyhandyman. com/ 200003/ how_a_house_works/ main. html The quote that I was most interested in was this:
 " One consultant we interviewed confessed he crawls around in moldy places day after day,  month in and month out,  and never suffers ill effects.  Others� some estimate about 10 percent of the population�
are severely allergic to mold.  It� s primarily the dinky reproductive spores that people react to.  Twenty of them sitting side by side could fit across the period at the end of this sentence.  That means they� re hard to filter out.
 The spores also have an incredible � hang time�  ( as my teenage son would say)  they� re able to stay suspended in midair for hours on end.
 That means they� re easily inhaled.  With even slight exposure to molds and spores,  sensitive people may experience headaches,  runny noses,  skin rashes,
 nausea,  sinus problems,  memory loss and coughs.  They may feel listless for long periods of time.  In short,  they feel as though they have a perpetual case of the flu.
 Sweet son of God on a Honda.  Well,  there's no memory loss,  anyways.  What was I saying?  Har Har Har Ho Ho.
 I decided to keep on researching.  I was thinking about the Mother of All Migranes I had a few weeks ago,  the coughing,  the rashes,  and the fact that Kurt got a wart on his foot now,  and thought.
 Ok,  there's got to be a way to clean it.  Reading further on in the article,  and in the other do- it- yourselfer website,
 the answer was NO.  Not short of bringing down the walls,  anyways.  Great.  I thought about phoning my landlord and telling him what was up,  but I told him about the mold before,
 and he just kinda went 'Gee,  and continued on his merry way,  and so did I.  Next Website,  entitled Mold as A Threat To Human Health:  http:
palimpsest. stanford. edu/ byorg/ abbey/ an/
an18/ an18- 6/ an18- 602. html "
The American Medical Association's Family Medical Guide ( 1987 edition)  discusses " Fungal Diseases of the Lungs"  on p.  571,
 saying that there are several diseases that are caused by fungi,  and they primarily infect the lungs.  They include blastomycosis,  cryptococcosis,  histoplasmosis and coccidioidomycosis.  (
The fungus causing the last of these diseases is found,  oddly enough,  in semi- arid desert soil.  Fungal diseases ( mycoses)
 often clear up without treatment,  but may spread throughout the body in the bloodstream and cause dangerous complications.  Sometimes there are no symptoms;  sometimes there are flu- like symptoms;  and sometimes a rash,
 ulcer or warts may appear on the skin.  The infection may settle in parts of the body not directly exposed to the pathogen:  the menenges ( membranes surrounding the brain)  liver,  prostate gland or other organs.
 The good news is that such infections,  if properly diagnosed,  can be treated with intravenous or other antifungal medication.  mmmmmm menenges.  Great word.  So,
 I'm going to a doctor this evening,  and if said doctor confirms my suspisicions ( Hypochondria?  I think then,  my next action will be politely asking the landlord if Kurt and I can get out of the lease early,  due to these problems.
 It's a little much to ask him to rip down the walls,  after all.  Most leases here run May- May,  so,  we have an okay chance of getting a place.
 There is a sweet piece of legislation in the Residential Tenancies Act:  Early termination for health reasons 10C Notwithstanding Section 10,  where a tenant or a family member of a tenant in a year- to- year tenancy has suffered a significant deterioration in health that,  in the opinion of a medical practitioner,
 results in the inability of the tenant to continue the lease or where the residential premises is [ are]  rendered inaccessible to the tenant,  the tenant may terminate the tenancy by giving the owner ( a)  one months notice to quit;
 and ( b)  a certificate of a qualified medical practitioner evidencing the significant deterioration of health.  1993,  c.  40,
 s.  9.  You might be wondering why I'm so anal about the research thing and the legislation.  I've had bad luck with finky landlords,  and although this guy has been a bastion of patience with the horrors of newlywedded unemployed students for tenants,  he's also been an expletitive about other things.
 Like,  putting up blinds,  being nice about the zoo,  then going postal on us about the zoo,  the whole lock thing,  and the sporadic plowing of driveways.
 Little things.  He's no fink,  but I think if i went to him with out all this red tapey crap at my beck and call,  he'll be feeding me the mold,  and telling me the reason we have it is because of all the animals.  Or something.
 Last thing I want to do is cause trouble for this guy and his gal,  his baby and his dog.  But if I'm right,  I'm out of this apartment quicker than,  I dunno,  something quick.
 LOVED the pizza place last night,  although I was glassy eyed and stupid due to lack of sleep.  First full night is Thursday,  and Kurt has the job there as well.  Pizza Mama is 23.  She looks her age,
 but has the air of a Lady- in- Profund- Control,  though,  and that gives her an air of maturity.
 Thought she was at least 28.  She's amazing to be around,  very open and full of quips.  The other folks there were great as well,  although one boy- man is about as dumb as lint.
 Really nice,  but dumb.  I'm now sleeping like a baby;  up every two hours.  Hey,  beats the shit out of the two hours total i've been getting the last little bit.
 Still don't know about the full disclosure thing I mentioned yesterday,  still,  you know,  weighing and considering and suchlike.  Granger would make an exceptionally awful nun.  Just so you know.
