I'm not sure how many times I've actually moved from place to place over the past 22 years. I actually used to keep count, but somewhere over the course of time, I sort of lost count. I'm sure I could...or at least I think I could...sit down and count them all up again, but when I actually start thinking about it, then I'm not so sure I want to know for sure.
All I know is that I've moved once again... This weekend... To a large apartment on the second (top) level of the building... (I hate hearing anyone walking above me.) That means up and down the stairs... 26' U-Haul truck... Packing, unpacking... Pain in my back, shoulders, arms, knuckles, hips, knees, ankles...even my toes. I think about the only thing not hurting on my body at present is my hair.
I ended up taking the day off of work (well, mostly as I’ve been doing remote work) trying to recover from the weekend. Recover at least physically. There is still a lot of stuff to finish putting away, or getting rid of, until we’ll really have our home situated the way we like it.
I’m tired of moving… I see one more in the future, maybe a couple of years (or less) from now, but I’m already going to start putting money away because the next time I’m going hire movers and let them suffer the ill effects of all the heavy lifting and the stairs. I’ve had it… There are still a couple of friends I’ll help move, but for myself… No more… Been there, done that, have the walker to prove it!!
But for now… I and Mormon Girl can start to rest knowing that the move is over, we’re here, and we don’t have to worry about it for awhile. And, if it hadn’t been for the help of O.Y.G., we never would have made it through the weekend.
So… If you will excuse me, I will say so long for now as I have a date with a bottle of Tylenol.
About Me
- Morgan2112
- I am an…eclectic…individual with a soul as ancient as the multi-verse; I live by a code of Lawfulness, but one of my own design, and one which is anachronistic; I possess utter derision for the societies of the world today – I see them as a desecration of the potential eminence of humanity; I am no more than myself…
4 comments:
I, for one, and definitely thrilled the move is complete. The hard part is over; getting organized is hard, but it, too, will come. I, for one, am definitely ready for the break, and I definitely agree about hiring movers next time. Will definitely make life a lot more tolerable for us, that is for sure.
If the Tylenol alone does not work you can also add some Advil into the mix with no ill effects. :-)
Well, at least this move was a good one, on your terms, and towards a better life for all involved. Your body *will* heal (a lot more slowly than a young Amberite's though!) See you in the shadows! ~Brand (er, Slacker...)
Dodo, I was ready for a healty dose of Percodan by the time it was over. The fun thing about Percodan... It really has never killed pain for me, it just puts me into a fun zone where I no longer care!!! :)
Yes, Slacker... I think the days of lifting cars is over. The way I was feeling after this weekend you would have thought I had fought my way up the steps of Kolvir. Too bad I wasn't an initiate of the Logrus... I could have just called furniture from Shadow!
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