Where the heck is all the global warming? (Don’t worry, I kid.) I have had it up to here > 😦 < with the dreary days, being cooped up inside, my legs aching to hit the pavement. Honestly, there is only so much inside work I can do. Really.
I just went through about 10 bins that were on the back porch. I was brutal. I actually boxed up all of my Precious Moments and marked them “donate”. (They’ve been in a box for 10 years.) Scratch that. I kept two. One of a little boy on a tractor that has a Dear Jon letter and another of a little girl sewing. The Dear Jon, I kept because the note spells Jon like my husband does. That is a rare find. I kept the little girl for the obvious. Sewing. Duh.
I also boxed up a bunch of books to donate, toys, baby stuff, Christmas decorations, scrap fabric, an old sewing machine, and some clear containers. Why in the world we moved all this junk I will never know. I must have been too tired to figure it all out. I had to have talked to someone about it. Can you call me and refresh my memory?
The hardest purge for me is books. I love books. Over the years I have rid myself of plenty, but not without that first sting of guilt. Ultimately I have to tell myself that if the book is just sitting there when someone else could enjoy it, I am committing a heinous crime. So into the boxes go the books. If I really miss them, I can go to Goodwill and buy em again.
The past three days have also been cruddy for me health wise. I am sooooooo tired. I feel wretched. My stomach is nauseous after EVERY meal. I bloat out like a manatee. My eyes have dark circles. I get winded easily. It’s the pits. No I am not pregnant. I assure you! No matter what I take, like iron or a mutivitamin, I feel worse. Along with that anticipated global warming, I guess am waiting for Obamacare as well. We don’t have insurance right now. I can’t exactly run in to the doctor for blood work without breaking us. I already broke us last year with my Yaz debacle. I really should blog about that at some point, but I am just too tired. Maybe its a tumor. (It’s not a tumor.) Maybe. (It’s not.) Anyhoo, I do NOT want to subject myself to another round of tests and radiation only to be told I am in tip-top shape according to the numbers. Yeah, shove your numbers. I NEVER feel good. I haven’t since I took your stupid pills. Of course it’s all in my head. Anxiety. mmmmhmmm. Stress. Sure! Oh yes, I will take your antidepressant, your benzodiazepines, and your anti arrhythmics. Yup, I have no desire to function in life.
Boy, I need the sunshine. I need to get outside. This is awful. Sigh/sad face.