To say I was frustrated would be an understatement. I am desperately wanting to get back into the groove of dehoarding and getting things out the door, but my body does not seem to approve this message.
The pain medicine is attempting to kick in, but it's not really trying that hard yet. So far, it's just making me sleepy. When it gets like this, it's uncomfortable for me to sit, lie down, or to stand. The pain in my hips and lower back makes it nearly impossible to concentrate, yet the pain medicine makes concentrating just as difficult. If I'm lucky, I have about an hour a day where I'm able to function almost normally, if I have to take prescription pain meds. OTC stuff doesn't even touch it.
Needless to say, I'm struggling to keep up with the day to day of housecleaning, laundry and meals. We won't even mention the taxes that need to be done or the other important paperwork that screams at me each time I walk by pretending I don't hear it.
Stupid antibiotic. If it weren't for the fact that it is one of only a couple I can take, I'd never take it again. Don't get me wrong. It does a great job of eradicating the infection, but it comes at such a high cost. Hopefully, I won't need antibiotics again now that my tonsils are no longer there and the infection is gone.
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.