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The world is going crazy, so hopefully reading about my radon problems will cheer you up.

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If you search my blog for hypochondria, you will get a plethora of entries where I think I have a brain tumor, neck problems, heat stroke, or the common cold.  And these are just the ones I blog about.  (Blogging with integrity.)

So, I was delighted to find out that there was an actual explanation for my left arm being sore and twitchy: Radon!

Let me back up.

Remember how we’re buying a house? Well, part of the process of buying a home in the U.S. is a home inspection where they check if there is any part of the house built incorrectly or designed to make you fall to a swift death. Fortunately, our house passed that part with flying colors.  However, there is a second inspection that is optional for newer homes, and this involves testing for radon, which is odorless, colorless, comes from the ground, and has the potential to give you lung cancer.  Asshole.

Because our house is a newer house the radon inspection was more optional. But, you know me, and I know me, and we all know that there is no way I would NOT get my house tested for something that could kill me slowly and quietly.

So, the test came back yesterday, and it turns out our house has house cancer, aka, unacceptable levels of radon. Just as I suspected, at least SOMETHING related to me is really sick.   This is where my left arm comes in.  You see, we had been in the house on several occasions for viewings, inspections, etc, and I had been in the basement for at least FIVE MINUTES at a time, maybe even  six and a half.  So obviously, the radon is ALREADY starting to affect me, even though we don’t even own the house yet. Asshole.

This bummed me out a lot since it’s something we didn’t expect with a newer house. The next step is remediation, aka house chemotherapy. Remediation claims to get the radon down to manageable levels, but obviously I’m convinced it won’t work or will stop working at some point and we won’t be able to tell and Mr. B and I will end up  ends up  in the house the first night.

When I relayed my fears to Mr. B, he told me I was “stupid” and “flying in the face of science.” Which is when I tried to reenact what radon would do to him by waving my fingers in his face and yelling, “I’m radon, and I’m going to mess you up.” Which is when he said, “I wish you were radon, because then at least I could get rid of you.”

Asshole.

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  1. And here I was, worried about allergies! Sometimes it’s so easy to see what’s really important, like radon poisoning. Hope the house chemo goes well. :)

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  2. So I see your inability to begin decorating your house has meant that you are taking it out on your blog. (I like)
    PS sorry about the Radon
    PPS sorry about the husband!

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    • Thanks! Yes. I can’t be like Young House Love, so for now I’m just like a crazy woman redoing her blog layout.

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  3. Now I feel like I ought to have my house tested for radon! LOL.

    By the way, I like the new design a lot. :)

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    • You definitely should if it’s an older house. Or any house. Because apparently 40% of houses in the US have it. Not that that’s meant to scare you or anything.

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  4. Oh! Good thing you were a Jewish hypochondriac worrier about the whole thing & had it inspected for radon. Just think about IF YOU HADN’T!

    On second thought… don’t think about that.

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  5. Believe it or not, I am sitting in a cloud of radon right now. Our house is newer and we asked the previous owners to install a “radon mitigation” system as part of the purchase agreement after the testing came back with very trace levels. I don’t think it has anything to do with how old the house is, actually, just where it happens to be sitting on the earth (for example, near limestone deposits.)

    My husband tells me small amounts of radon have been known to PREVENT cancer. But he has to say that because he doesn’t want to move.

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    • Thanks for the vote of confidence from your husband. If we start getting brain issues related to radon (TFU TFU TFU) I know exactly where to turn.

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  6. rofl…

    I was given a radon bracelet once that a friend bought in an antique store, thinking of me. Apparently, I ooze home therapy cures and antique stores. And the desire to kill myself slowly with radon.

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