I'm not sure what's going on with my health. I may have another infection from my surgery. I've been pretty worthless the last several days.
I went to bed at 9 last night. Woke up at 5 to get the girls off to school and went back to bed at 7. I didn't wake back up until 11, and I could have slept several more hours, but I had to go to the school for Scooter's staffing.
The doctor wants me to take pain meds tomorrow and rate my pain level on a scale of 1 to 10 and chart it. I already know it's worse when I am on my feet for more than 5 minutes or so. So I have a feeling I'll be sleeping a bit tomorrow. Pain meds usually knock me for a loop, which means I can't think straight to do paperwork, work on my blog or sew.
I'm at a standstill.
I don't want to be.
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.