While Lance and Molly were visiting us, they did some de-junking for me and FORCED me to do some de-junking. it was really nice and kinda got me out of the funk I was in. But now this de-junking bug keeps sneaking up on me and biting me. I never know when it will attack or which direction it will go.
The day before Lance left, he went in the bathroom, turned on a CD and cleaned like crazy. The results was a very clean bathroom for me. When they left, I was going to take a bath and relax. I turned on the CD that Lance had been listening to and the next thing I knew, I had the drawers and shelves emptied and I had a bag full of garbage. I still don't know what hit me. (I bet you want to know what magical CD I was listening to. It was some Michael McLean CD. I don't know what powers that CD has, but I have not turned it on since that afternoon!
I have to tell you one funny prize that I found in my cleaning. I found 30 clips for my ostomy bags. Yep, you're right. I certainly don't need that many. Half of them are the wrong size so I threw them away, but I did find some more in some other stuff so I was able to build up my excess so I will be ok.
This spell has come upon me a couple of other times. Once was this afternoon. Mike is working nights so I have to be very quiet during the day so he can sleep. He leaves for work about 3:30. I had a couple of things I wanted to get done and then I had some evil medication I have to take once a year. I have not taken it for several years, but the last time I took it, it really kicked my butt. I was told that I would feel like I had been hit by a Mack truck. I called them after the fact and told them, forget the Mack truck, it was a freight train that hit me. I've had this med sitting here for a month and I decided that I had better get it over with.
There were a few things I wanted to get done in case I am sick for a couple of days. Anyway, before I knew it, I had gone through the boxes of paper I have under my computer desk and I had emptied out the big drawer in my computer desk. I threw out a bunch of stuff and organized a bunch more.
I'm sure part of it was that I knew when I got my chores done, I got to take my med. And I sure was able to find things to keep me busy for a couple of hours. Then I got tired and decided to rest and then the med attacked me and I infused it.
I will let you know if I am hit by a freight train tomorrow.