Well, the landlady came and the termite guy came, and the termite guy found that the insulation is bad (who knew they even did that?) and there is some mold under the house ("white" mold, which is apparently better than other kinds, or at least won't killyoudead) but there are no termites, and the appraiser came back and re-appraised, and the landlady gave the MFA Children tissue-wrapped holiday-themed mugs in a gift bag, which seems friendly, but also tried to throw us under the bus to the termite guy and blame the mold and bad insulation on our "taking the crawlspace door off!" Which, no, it's been broken for two years and won't stay up, and YOU KNOW THIS. Plus also? The termite guy said the mold and insulation have to do with age and climate, not the effing crawlspace door. I dug up every e-mail I've ever sent to them mentioning the daggone crawlspace door for good measure, and recapped things in an e-mail to the landlord. In my e-mail, I listed all of the known issues with the house that he has not repaired (at least one of which is a building code violation), and said that we were not asking for or insisting on those repairs, because we don't want the rent to go up, but we also don't want to get blamed for the issues and/or not reporting them. I don't think I could be any more reasonable here, and I really wish I could speak the landlord's native language and suss out the ratio of prevarication to misunderstanding at play here, because it's hard to tell how much of the malarky with our landlord is due to the language barrier (English is not his first or probably even second language), how much is due to his wife being kind of...um...excitable? I dunno, she seems to have a good heart, but sometimes she says things that are pretty insulting, which could again be a language thing, or whether the landlord is a Bad Egg, and oh my god JUST KILL ME NOW I AM SO SICK OF THIS.
At any rate, I have no idea what comes next and we'll just have to see what the landlord's reply says, but at least the "strangers-in-my-house-clean-all-the-things!" part is over with.
As for Things In General, I am still pretty wretchedly ill, feverish, achy, and unhappy with my health, but don't think it warrants a return to the doctor just yet as the flu is viral and has to run its course (I was right on the borderline for where Tamiflu is helpful vs. a waste of time, but filled the rx anyway in hopes that would make me less contagious at least), and I haven't finished the antibiotic, the steroids, or the antiviral and won't for a few more days. Plus I was pretty sick; you know it's bad when they put the stethescope to your chest and go "UH OH!" Honestly I think I just need to find a way to not be so beat-down by life, hence my actually taking time off this go-round to "rest" (HAAAA!).
Also, this just popped up, despite the steroids: