I went to my doctor when he opened without an appointment explaining it was an emergency. He examined and listened and recommended not returning to that house.
I rented a car, returned to the mobile home opening all the doors, turning on air purifiers, and grabbed essentials like blankets, clothes, two pots and a pan, silverware and files. My head was spinning, I could hardly breathe. My son who went to the house two weeks later told me I had gone without locking the door.
For a month I drove north, no plan or destination in mind. Since I took the cat, I stayed in Motel 6 everywhere I went. Other motels if they'd take a cat. This is El Dorado Motel in Lakeport, CA.
I felt so sick I thought I was dying and went to ER. Other than seeing the mold on my lungs, which they did not feel was life threatening, they released me.
I ended up in Point Arena, California, a tiny coastal town of artists, musicians, hippies, other outsiders and me.
|Main Street Point Arena|
I can't go back. After just a month away from there my eyebrows and hair are growing back. The eyebrows had almost disappeared, you could see scalp on my head under the thin hair. I looked like a cancer patient.
Will I be sued? What will happen?
I felt I owed it to the blog to let people know what happened.