Part One of My Journey http://balancedespitethechaos.weebly.com/blog/my-journey
Part Two of My Journey http://balancedespitethechaos.weebly.com/blog/part-two-of-my-journey
The start of the day went according to plan...everything went smoothly and on time. On the road by 6:30 a.m. and on the job by 9:30 a.m.
What we were not prepared for, was the utter disaster and state of disarray we found things in. "The Mess" doesn't begin to describe what we found and I am really at a loss for words descriptive enough to do it justice.
Piles and piles of junk to sort through after we waded through it (no kidding...the basement was waist-high in junk). So many papers, flyers, bills, mail both opened and unopened, documents ...you name it and it was there.
Surprise after surprise ...and not the nice variety either.
Not to mention the normal moving requirements of packing up everything.
We worked away at things for the rest of the weekend. Carting more and more junk away, opening old mail, sorting papers, cleaning, purging and more purging.
Sunday had been set aside for appointments, all carefully planned with not a moment to spare in between. Organization and attention to detail was again the key. Even when an unplanned person showed up, I was able to rework the other appointments to make it all fit. So many details, so many nasty surprises, so much work. I was feeling more and more overwhelmed and it finally took its toll. In the midst of trying to keep it all in order, I collapsed. I remember the day and the time well. I became extremely ill all of a sudden. To this day, I still don't know exactly what happened...but happen it did.
In the weeks that followed, I became more will and grew weaker by the day. In addition to this, I was experiencing:
With all the moves we were in the midst of, there was no time for resting. Push on through is what I'd always done and so push on through it was. Not such a great idea. If I'd only known then what I know now.
To be continued in part 4 . . . .
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Part Two of My Journey http://balancedespitethechaos.weebly.com/blog/part-two-of-my-journey
The start of the day went according to plan...everything went smoothly and on time. On the road by 6:30 a.m. and on the job by 9:30 a.m.
What we were not prepared for, was the utter disaster and state of disarray we found things in. "The Mess" doesn't begin to describe what we found and I am really at a loss for words descriptive enough to do it justice.
Piles and piles of junk to sort through after we waded through it (no kidding...the basement was waist-high in junk). So many papers, flyers, bills, mail both opened and unopened, documents ...you name it and it was there.
Surprise after surprise ...and not the nice variety either.
Not to mention the normal moving requirements of packing up everything.
We worked away at things for the rest of the weekend. Carting more and more junk away, opening old mail, sorting papers, cleaning, purging and more purging.
Sunday had been set aside for appointments, all carefully planned with not a moment to spare in between. Organization and attention to detail was again the key. Even when an unplanned person showed up, I was able to rework the other appointments to make it all fit. So many details, so many nasty surprises, so much work. I was feeling more and more overwhelmed and it finally took its toll. In the midst of trying to keep it all in order, I collapsed. I remember the day and the time well. I became extremely ill all of a sudden. To this day, I still don't know exactly what happened...but happen it did.
In the weeks that followed, I became more will and grew weaker by the day. In addition to this, I was experiencing:
- Indescribable, excruciating headache that was getting worse.
- Extreme flu-like symptoms (swollen lymph nodes, low-grade fever).
- Exhaustion that made me feel like I was fighting an injection of anesthetic.
- All over body pain and total weakness.
- Brain fog.
- It felt like the worse flu I'd ever had ... times ten. This is not an exaggeration -- I had mono as a teen and that was a walk in the park compared to what I was feeling with this.
With all the moves we were in the midst of, there was no time for resting. Push on through is what I'd always done and so push on through it was. Not such a great idea. If I'd only known then what I know now.
To be continued in part 4 . . . .
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