Medicine & Moving Don’t Mix
It’s Saturday and normally there are a thousand things to try and get finished before Monday morning smacks me in the face but there is an unimaginable amount of paperwork that I’m going through right now for something that I want to talk about and am not going to talk about just yet. But that’s not why I’m here. I’m here (in the little box on your computer screen) (or in the little box of your Internet-capable phone) because I am the ultimate procrastinator and because I am waiting for my Mallory’s moving truck to arrive and strip me of her belongings because she is moving out and buying her own house.
WHEN DID ALL THAT CRAP HAPPEN?
To add to the fun I have been nursing a strange combination allergy/cold that I’m diagnosing myself and calling in prescriptions as if I’m the Queen of Fantastico (a real place, I’m sure) and yet, somehow, my doctor is letting them be filled. Only the magic of the Neti Pot has made it possible for me to be able to get in the shower each day and start the routine of getting myself ready to leave the house. This has come with a weird side effect of having a red spot on my nose. I’m not sure how the sound in my ears has come to create a muffled yet piercing noise, but I can’t quite hear well during this illness which I’m calling The Dirty, Mite-Infested Curtains Are Trying To Kill Me. The only reason I’m blaming the curtains is because I was trying to shake them out and make them look presentable. Why I was doing this, I do not know. Not many things can be explained away easily as of late. For example (and it appears that an example is necessary at this point), I made bacon in a wok this morning. Why did I do that? Because a wok was readily available and I didn’t feel like looking for a regular pan.
Sidenote: wok-fried bacon is genius.
Sidenote, the second: this entire post seems to be a sidenote.
So! I’m on a lot of medicine, right? And I am sleeping a lot because I doze off while doing the most mundane things and my hearing is questionable right now. To top it off, I foolishly answered the door this morning while in a haze between sleep and awake to some Jehovah’s Witnesses to whom I was probably rude.
Her: (mumble, mumble, thick accent) Good morning, this is blah blah my husband. (Mumble mumble I have Skittles in my mouth mumble mumble) Are you a Bible owner and reader?
Me: Both.
Her: Great! Can I read some of the Bible to you? (flips pages to a passage)
Me: No.
Then, I shut the door in their faces. That’s not like me, but I am physically unwell and emotionally fragile at the moment. I really needed to haul ass to get some cleaning done, finish waking up, and get ready to get Mallory moved. She brought three strapping men with her to help move the couch set I’m giving her (and it’s only two years old) (I’m a really nice mom to give her that stuff). Things just seemed to spiral from there.
And then? She arrived home to my house to collect her things. Clothes, school projects, pictures, makeup, computer.
And then? They moved it all really quickly and efficiently.
And then? She got her truck loaded up and grabbed her keys, kissed me goodbye, and drove away.
And now?
I am quite the mess.


