Debbie Does Drivel

Killer Mold

I've been sick all weekend. I've had a low-grade sore throat for a week, but Friday night it bloomed and I woke midnight to a scratchy intermittent cough, and a obtstacled right nostril. To boot, my left eye puffed shut and my face felt heavy as full-fat whipping cream.
I retired to the living room, where I found some relief, though when I made a foray back into the bedroom (where Kevin had stretched sideways, with arms and legs stretched in an "X Marks the Spot" pose,"...miss me much?), where I promptly stuffed back up.
So, I slept next to my sister in the guest room, where we fondly recalled days of yore when we'd shared a bedroom as kids. Not really, but I did completely usurp her sleeping space, and laid my arms and legs all over her like I used to do. I also pretended to put a booger on her, which used to provide a lot of sisterly entertainment for me as a child.
I did feel a little better in that room, but not much.
All day Saturday I felt thick as sap, stuffed, and scratchy. And really weak.
I left the house for awhile and noticed I felt better outside (maybe there is something to this Vitamin D thing?), but within minutes of returning home, I felt crappy.
My sister and Kevin also have a bit of congestion, malaise, and sinusitis, so I'm theorizing an attack of killer mold spores has been declared on our persons.
I dusted, vacuumed, and sprayed bleach on suspected mold areas, hoping to remove the allergens, and I'm feeling a little better, but not much.
What does one do about imaginary killer mold?
It's really putting a crimp in my job search. No one wants to hire an applicant with an immune system weakened by microbial bacteria. (Is microbial a word?)