Bought a home built in 1895 that's in shittastic condition. Far more shitty than we expected or was disclosed. There's always something. Like I expected lead paint and shit but holy fuck. We closed on it and had over a month to prep (we move in this weekend) and I even took time off work as a substitute teacher to work on it every day. Dealing with contractors, ripping out bushes that were trying to eat my foundation and let carpenter ants in, buying stuff for the house, cleaning, all that shit. I just want a nice, safe home for my family, especially my daughter.
Then one day I decided that the lead-soaked woodwork in my daughter's room needed to go. Giant, thick-ass boards that were literally embedded in the crumbling plaster walls, covered in so many layers of flaking lead paint they could be used to build a bomb shelter. I'm tiny. I have hEDS. Ever since I pushed myself to finish that, I've been having problems with pain, tingling, numbness, and weakness in my arms. I've had some issues with golfer's elbow/tennis elbow/etc in the past, but nothing like this. It's constant. It's usually shooting down to my middle finger, but also my pinkie and ring fingers, but sometimes it's all of them. Just a horrible, tingling, burning, searing pain.
But it's not like I can stop. Lead paint needs to be painted over or stripped, shit needs to get cleaned, boxes need to be hauled, and at the house at least, I've had nobody to help me. My husband works for a living and we need someone home to watch kiddo when she's not at school. I don't have friends, at least not in the area, and I'm not close enough to any of my family to feel comfortable begging them for help.
Since now I've discovered that my daughter's room is pure poison from top to bottom (lead paint dust got into the carpeting despite my best efforts and under the carpet there's crumbling asbestos tile yay) I have had to speed-prep a different room for her to temporarily sleep in until I can have professionals come to deal with the tile, and I can get the rest of the shit sorted out. That room has lead paint too but at least the floor is vinyl. I just need to cover up the paint with oil-based primer and then some color.
Painting has made the pain even worse. I keep waking up unable to make a fist until I run my hands under warm water. I get burning pains down my arms while I move the paint brush or roller. Nerve glide exercises help a little, but holy fuck this hurts. I'm pushing through it to even type this right now. I can't sleep.
If I was stronger and not so much of a poor, friendless loser this house would be much better. If I had a real job, we could've afforded a better house. We shouldn't have bought it in the first place but we saw it as our last chance to actually get a house because prices just keep going up. Like this house was literally $70k cheaper when the previous owners bought it 5-6 years ago, and they mostly neglected the hell out of it. Everyone for the last few decades neglected this house. After breaking today and a tear-filled conversation with my husband, who didn't realize just how much this has been affecting me physically, he's reached out to his dad and friends for help who seem willing to help with the move this weekend. I don't blame him completely for not picking up on it, as I'm used to hiding my pain like a cat. I'm still worried we're not ready.
I want to fix it up, I enjoy fixing shit. I just wish it didn't hurt so damn much.