That pretty much sums it up.
For Christmas last year, my sister and Mom bought some (8 total) tickets to a local chuckwagon show for us to enjoy sometime this summer. I put them in a specific place where they would be safe the moment we opened them up. However, they've been moved. Here it is 8 months later, and we have no idea where they are. I spent hours looking for them today to no avail. I'll be looking for them tomorrow as well as calling the venue to see, if they can replace them for us. Unfortunately, I'm not too hopeful about them replacing them for us, because they were purchased as a fundraiser for a cancer victim. I just have a feeling we'll lose out, if we don't find them in the next couple of days.
I'm feeling stressed tonight with several things hanging over my head. I have to remember to get the insurance paperwork redone. The same insurance paperwork that I spent hours and hours on several months ago needs to be redone. The payout they paid us was based on depreciated values, which is understandable. However, they depreciated what we'd already depreciated, so I have to start over again and give them a non-depreciated value on things. I feel like throwing up at the mere thought.
The insurance agent just kept telling me to do my best on it. I already had. I gave it my all. And telling me to do my best doesn't take any of the stress away. It adds to it, because I tend to be overly thorough when I do my best. Perfectionism has it's place, but it's also a pain in the neck in situations like this. It's super hard for me to lump things together instead of redoing things line by line. I'm not looking forward to it.
I felt a little better today, but it's mostly due to the ankle wrap I found and used. Well, the ankle wrap and pain pills. The one antibiotic I'm on makes me hurt all over, but due to allergies, it's the only one I can take that will work on this infection. I don't think it's just the fibromyalgia flaring up. I'm pretty sure it's the antibiotic itself, because I've hurt the last several times I've used it. This particular antibiotic is known for causing tendon ruptures as much as 6 months after it's been taken to clear up an infection. And my ankle/heal has hurt nonstop for the last couple of days. I realized part of it is the type of sock I've been wearing as well, so I've been wearing slippers all day to keep from having anything tight around my ankle.
The ankle wrap helped today, and I'll wear it and the slippers again tomorrow, so I'll be able to get something more accomplished.
It's just been.... frustrating.
I'm hoping to get something done in the form of paperwork tomorrow, so I can get this stuff off my mind. I hate things hanging over my head, and especially when it feels like I have so many things in the air at once.
Compulsive hoarding is a mental disorder that is just beginning to be understood. As a hoarder, I have acquired things over the years with a specific purpose in mind at the time of the acquisition, used some of those items for their intended purposes, forgotten the goal for different objects, but now that I find that they have outlived their purpose in my life I am struggling to rid myself of those same things.
You can read the start of my journey here.