(I had so much fun yakking about my health, but with luck there won’t be much more of that to yak about in the future, so this is your notice that I will be more and more yakking about just random stuff in my life)
I’ve been home almost six weeks, and I have been thoroughly unproductive. My excuse, and it’s a good one, is that I am recovering. That’s a good reason for not moving much furniture, but really, I should be getting a little more done on the computer for all the time I spend on it.
health report
I have a few more days until the end of the magic eight week recovery period. It is hard to imagine that I will feel perfectly 100% great by then, but I feel a lot better. The idea I guess, is to be my pre-op self with the added bonus of pumping the right about of well-oxygenated blood to the various parts that need it.
(Dec 09 UPDATE) Also, since I was pretty hard on her in blog #1, I should report that Dr Kedia is still my Reno doctor and we are doing fine, except for money-related issues. She wants me to get a follow-up EKG(? the sonogram-ish one), but they cost $900 a pop for a health-system dropout like me. Even though it clearly is something I should get and any reasonable person should want, I haven’t quite been able to fork over the $900 for it.
In fact, between the camper van and all this health stuff, I am really feeling quite poor and cramped and true or not, I feel like I can’t afford anything, which is suck-ish, but better than being dead or even actually, really poor, which I’m not…
house stuff
Being at my happy little condo in the middle of the summer reminds me of how much I LOVE being in the thick of the scene. Nonetheless, I am still edging towards selling it and getting a little house with a yard (or maybe just renting?).
In theory, Step 1 in selling the house is to list it and go through the usual realtor rituals (ugh).
But in reality, the hardest steps are those just to get to Step 1.
To list the house it must be ready to show, and the number one rule (they say …) for making your house ready to show is to de-clutter, oh and make it look really clean (which presumes de-cluttering)
- Now “really clean” is just a matter of applying money — hire a cleaning professional to get that soap scum off the glass shower doors that has defeated me for 4 years, clean the oven, do all those tiresome things involving heavy-duty cleaning fluids I don’t quite have the heart to deploy myself.
- However, nobody but me can de-clutter, unless we go to the nuclear option – heavy-duty garbage bags and just haul everything away. Sorry, can’t do that. That offends my essentially sentimental, pack rat personality so it’s just not an option.
- So even though it appears that nothing is happening on the moving front, I have made an emotional commitment to starting the selling process by de-cluttering – a dusty and difficult process for me.
Stupidly enough, the first thing I did was clear off some bookselves, loading boxes of books, then discovering that my not-quite-healed ribcage wouldn’t allow me to lift them – duh!
So… reset. I re-started with the closets – entryway closet first. From my superficial understanding of Feng Shui, the entryway is a key part of the house; it determines whether you welcome or repel the kind of energies you want, and I have a sneaking feeling that I have been repelling them.
I am sorry to report that the entryway closet is a filthy f—ing mess, with all this stupid stuff I even forgot I had moldering(*) in the corners – a preview of coming distractions…
(*) every climate extracts its own toll.
- Reno’s dryness gives me bloody noses and annoying little skin conditions that magically go away whenever I am somewhere else for a coupla weeks (e.g. Turkey!), but there aren’t many bugs and there’s not much mold.
- Mill Valley had the opposite, too much moisture. There, your skin feels great, the air almost visibly sparkles, but those closet-things would have been literally moldering – that is shoes buried under the other shoes would have had active fungus growing on them.
- Remember that when you think of moving to Seattle :).
So I’ve got my pile of trash, my pile of questionable stuff to leave at the door of some charitable group and run away, and the all-to-large pile of stuff to put … somewhere … I think de-cluttering is going to be hard for me.
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