Wednesday, April 2
Obviously, not live. Somehow, I ended up not going to sleep until close to 1 a.m. I set the alarm for 9, worried that I wouldn't wake up because of exhaustion and pain. Ha-ha-haaaaaa. So NOT. I first woke up when SuM was getting ready to go to work. I figured that had to be around 6.
At 7, with the light beginning to filter in through the window over the bed, I decided to use the facilities. Um ... I had a wee fall,.managing to trip over some of the bags at the foot of the bed and falling – hard – though thankfully onto a soft surface, aka my behind! The only bad thing is that I then had to try to get back up, even though my ass was on the floor, but my legs were on the bed (IIRC). Don't ask me how, because my wrists and legs just aren't that strong (and there was no way I could manouevre to flip onto my knees and then raise myself – which is how I've had to get out of bed as it's so low), I did lift myself and my wrists aren't even sore. Just don't ask my spine how it's feeling.
I managed to doze again once I was back in bed. I woke up around 8:30 but dawdled until the alarm at 9. My body was nothing but pain personified. As I hadn't found the turntable for my microwave, I went upstairs and used SuM's so I could reheat yesterday's soup. Oh, yum. It was a thick onion puree. At 10:15, I went back upstairs, unlocked the front door, sat down in SuM's almost comfy big chair and waited. And waited. And ... yes, waited. One of the cats came to keep me company. She climbed all over the chair and, if I didn't pet her enough, would slide her face underneath my arm so she could get more pets. Hee!
Well, after waiting for 75 minutes, I thought I'd better call the office. Luckily, SuM's phone had rung, so I could tell where it actually was. I was told to give the volunteer another 15 minutes. When she finally arrived, it turned out she was someone who'd never delivered to me, as she had to ask if I was who I was supposed to be. Yup, I sure am.
With the idiosyncrasies of this new place, I had to tell her to carry the meal downstairs and set it up out of the hazardous maze of boxes, etc. Then I was able to thump my way down and gobble the food. I was so hungry and in pain. I needed my supplements and meds, but had to eat first.
After the meds, I figured it was a good time to catch up on sleep. With the furniture problem, there's no point in unpacking boxes when the furniture will ALL have to be moved around. Sigh. And here I thought this move would be ... simple. I slept from 1:30 till 4. Oh, an anomaly of the space and the special (I guess it's ceramic) heater here. Last night I slept in my lounging gown (so, a titch thicker than a normal nighty) under a single cotton sheet with my regular comforter. No gloves, though I was wearing socks. Imagine how astounded I was to feel so toasty warm all over while, at Mar--'s, I'd been wearing my velour top over my nighty and had spread my Irish tweed cape over the comforter – and was still freeeeeezing during the night. I'm figuring it's not just the heater but that this place is decently insulated. It's also a semi-detached, so isn't exposed to the elements on all four sides.
After a much-deserved and needed nap, I finally started sorting out my clothes. I redid the closet, though had to make some changes. I was also surprised and thrilled to find things I hadn't realized I'd saved from John's place (even though I later found them listed on a spreadsheet). My French shawl (red border with a gold paisley print and gold "coins" sewn along the edge); my black wool with gold thread plaid squares; and, finally, my burgundy and cream paisley. The sight of those treasures from my past just cheered me up considerably. What was less cheerful was seeing the sequinned tops and shawls I'd kept from my nightlife days. Sigh. They may be gone but I hope I can still get dressed up occasionally.
Anyway, I'm so glad I persevered, though it took me a long time. But at least the clothes are on hangers or in cubbies. When I feel like it, I'll probably sort by colour. Though that might interfere with the seasonal sorting. Oh, decisions, decisions.
Speaking of which, SuM came down in the evening to see how I was doing – or not. I told her I was really thinking of dumping the entire bed. I don't think I'll find weird box springs in such a narrow width. And, even if I did, the bed still wouldn't fit the way it needs to. So she offered me the bed the guys had already carried upstairs. Sigh. And I can't get rid of this one until next week because this Friday is recycling pickup. At least it won't cost me anything to have the bed disposed of. The other reason (beside the unattractive curb appearance) is that we're supposed to be having rain in the next few days, so having guys picking up a waterlogged monstrosity would not be a good thing. Okay, okay, I'll try to be patient.
Dinner was an ad hoc kind of thing. I had an orange, a couple squares of milk chocolate with almonds, flavoured water and my pills. Oh, painkillers, please work.
Anyway, I'm back to feeling excited about furniture placement, yadda, yadda, and finally being able to enjoy the place when everything is unpacked. Now, if only Liblikas could talk (and I don't mean just to her Mum)!
Finished off the evening (until midnight) by reading some fic I'd stored. Too bad I can't read the mht files as they link me to websites. Sigh. Okay, Liblikas and Universe, please do your best to get your Uncle Brian to come play with you.
Oh, SuM, finding your password would be an equally terrific thing. I don't want to fall too far behind in keeping up with people. And all that jazz.