Back in 1991, a difficult period in my life, I moved to an office, and given that I am a workaholic, I used one of the offices to set up camp… I actually lived in my office.
It was a one-story building, and I rented the front part for my business. The back was paint storage for the printing company that was next door.
The building was not rented for a year prior to me renting it, and it smelled musky. About a month after I moved there I started to feel funny. It got progressively worse, and by the middle of 1993 I wasn’t able to move freely, neither had the strength nor could bear the pain it went with movement.
I hired a personal trainer because even to get to the bathroom was a challenge.