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.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

My house is queasy.

I'm feeling quite a bit better tonight. My pain level all day was no more than a 2. It's gone up to about a 5 tonight, but I can at least deal with that, but I am sure the pain meds will take it down a notch or two.

Thankfully, it looks as though I won't need any more surgery for now. My body appears to be doing its best to heal itself. We'll see how this goes, and if I'm not better in a few days, I'll go back in and discuss surgical options. I'd rather it not come to that, but I'm prepared should it happen.

I'm really hoping I'm feeling better tomorrow. The house looks like it vomited on itself, and I have a lot of catching up to do. I'm hoping I'm up to it tomorrow. If it needs to wait another day, because I need to rest, so be it. I'll rest. I'll be no good to anyone, if I don't get through this in one piece. And housework will wait.

It has no say in the matter.


  1. I hope you get better quickly! I'm glad your pain level is down.

  2. I, for one, am glad that housework has no say. If it did, mine would be yelling in high decibles that I need to do something and do it now. It would be screaming about neglect and injury and after using all the swear words at our disposal, over and over, would be inventing new ones. So, Yay for the fact that housework has no say! Glad you are on the mend.

  3. So glad it was not as bad as we thought! So far anyway. I say, forget the housework! REST! I know you are not the resting type, but too bad! You scared the bejesus out of me!

  4. Rest and finish the housework tommorow.

  5. Yes, rest up. The house work can wait. That's been my mantra all week, until this morning when I couldn't stand it anymore, and put the kids to work with me before school. It's hard to start our day that way, but was OH SO NICE to come home to a clean house after a VERY long day. If it gets really bad... delagate. -J

  6. The house looks like it vomitted on itself!...that's a good way of describing my daughter's bedroom.
    You certainly are keeping your sense of humour, you are a pleasure to read.


Welcome to The Closet. Feel free to take off your coat, hang it up, if you can find the space, and sit a spell. I just love your visits. :)