Today I woke up with more energy than I have in entirely too long. So, I decided to take advantage of it for a change.
Slowly, my room had become a disaster area. No, this isn't unusual for me, but it had been getting worse than usual. I didn't even have a clear path from my door to my bed like I had normally kept. My mind was being its dysfunctional self but on a higher degree.
I was dealing with food poisoning earlier this week, which was no fun. I woke up feeling like a bag of ass on Tuesday, but figured if I caught a bit more sleep that I'd be okay for work. Especially because I was not on a cash shift. The person on cash that day was still fairly new and I figured I'd use the day to show her the basics of how to do a promo period change and put away the stock order. Yeah, that didn't really happen...I was too damn sick. It was bad enough that when I walked in my boss took one look at me and said I looked like death. I felt pretty close to it, for that matter. He said I could have just stayed home, but he admired that I at least tried.
At some point before I finally left, I threw up...I tried to hold it until I got to the washroom, but there were boxes and customers in the way. So I dashed up into the backroom and had just enough time to bend over the double sinks. My boss came up while I was doing that and told me to go home, that he'd pay me for the day. I felt somewhat better after throwing up, so I puttered around for a bit to put up some of the promo materials, and I likely would have stayed longer, but I started feeling horrible again. I told my boss I was going to head home before I threw up again, and he was perfectly fine with that.
Before I left, I made sure that my Wednesday shift was covered because there was no way I wanted to risk being sick still. Good thing too, because while I was no longer throwing up, I still felt really gross any time I stood or stayed upright for too long. Not a good way to feel for what would have been my only full cash shift.
Now, you may wonder where I'm going with this. Basically, during all the time I was laying down and not sleeping, I was working through ways to go about finally getting some of the cleaning/organizing done in my room. Okay, so not much in the way of organizing yet, but definitely cleaning. And getting rid of stuff that I don't use/wear/whatever.
I started on Wednesday, during the short window of time when my head wasn't spinning, by stripping my bedding to wash. I had already filled a wash bin with a load of underwear and leggings to soak with laundry soap and a cap of bleach, so while that was doing its thing, I put my duvet into the washer first. It had a stain on it that I was fully expecting due to my bladder issues, but it came out nice and clean with the help of bleach. I had to double rinse it before throwing it into the dryer because I really didn't want to smell bleach whenever I went to bed. The duvet cover and sheets were next, and the fitted sheet also had some staining, but bleach helped with most of it. It didn't touch the small blood stain, but at least I know it's clean.
Laying in my nice clean bedding Wednesday night saw me run through some more ways to get working on cleaning out the crap in my room. And finally putting away my clean clothing! I was going to work on it on Thursday, but my brain just couldn't settle enough to work on it. Instead, I decided that I would go out and try to buy new underwear to replace what is currently stained beyond saving. No more light underwear for me, unless it's my leak-resistant pairs. Couldn't find a damn thing, and I wasn't willing to hop a bus to Walmart - that store takes pretty much everything out of me, I swear. Nor could I find a reasonable replacement for my smart watch that wouldn't have cost me an arm and a leg that I really didn't want to fork over. Stupid Samsung watch finally bit the dust, but that was likely my fault for not taking it off the last time I handwashed a bunch of my clothes...I didn't realize that the seal had let go again, until it was too late and the watch face would not turn on no matter what I tried. Oh well, I got several years out of it. But, I did find one of my regular watches at some point yesterday - it just needs a battery, and that is easy enough to replace.
Before I went to bed last night I got a pot of coffee ready to go for the morning. After my usual morning potty dash, I turned on the pot, and realized that I had enough energy to get started on the disaster zone. I got a load of laundry on the go, and sort of made my bed so I could pile what I was planning on keeping onto it.
So far, I've tackled the area at the foot of my bed that has become the biggest source of concern. Everything just gets dumped there for some reason. Clothing, garbage, etc. And it was blocking my access to my dresser and closet. Which means none of my clothing was getting put away. It was either ending up on the floor again, mixed up with the other crap, or getting shoved to a corner of my bed. It has meant more laundry because I don't want to take any risks of any of it being dirty, or having gotten hit when the landlady's cat decided to pee on a few of my things. Not that I could smell any cat pee on anything, but still. My brain told me to wash the stuff, so I've been working on that. And I've got a good chunk of the clean stuff put away finally. I know I've got at least three more loads of laundry to wash, based on the limited capacity of the washing machine right now.
I am working on my third bag of garbage at it stands right now, and I know that I will have more. The bags are not huge because I have to be able to lift them up a flight of stairs without hurting myself, so it sounds like I've got more garbage than I actually do. I'm not being insane enough this time around to fill contractor bags! I've also got a bunch of stuff ready to take to a donation box - I decided to use the cloth storage bag things I got when I was getting ready to move. The storage bag things are pretty much a waste of space to me at this point, and they aren't in the best shape anyways so they work for this and they will get out of my space that much easier!
One thing that I will admit ticks me off is that I still don't have access to the space I was told I would get eventually. But I can understand my landlady's issue with not wanting to just get rid of it - the mattress and box spring she has been holding onto has come in handy when her mother and her mother's boyfriend have spent a few nights here. It just takes up the area where I had planned on putting my bins of fabric and some of my other bins of stuff. Makes it a bit harder to go through all those bins when I really don't have the space to do it in. Short of my bed, but I'd rather not do that to myself quite yet. Mind you, right now, my bed is covered in things, but that's only temporary. I hope!
Time to go switch laundry loads over and put the dry stuff away immediately! And eat. I have to make sure I eat something. Even if it's just a banana :P
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