April 14, 2009

• Eleven Days

      I haven’t had the internet in 11 days!! That was really hard for me. I snuck a few peeks from work at a few sites but really had to restrain my surfing. When I moved into my apartment I discovered the internet I had did not have a signal, so I had to cancel with that company and sign up with another. I just got it installed tonight. It’s only been 11 days, but it feels like 11 years. So much is going on.
       The move into my apartment was so successful. I owe so much to my family. I could not have done it with out them. I couldn’t believe everyone that sacrificed their Saturday to help me. Mom was already in town and Dad drove up from Missouri with a U-Haul with the rest of my stuff that had been in storage for 3 years. Jeremy was able to load almost all the boxes of stuff I had packed up into boxes from my Grandma’s into one truck load. Dad and Jeremy moved heavy furniture for me all day. Dad helped me assemble my bakers rack for my kitchen and such. Joni was a trooper she was so happy to help move boxes and she was having fun helping with the girly projects like hanging up my clothes and helping me with my shower curtain. Mom’s specialty was cleaning and wiping all the grime away. My Grandpa and Grandma just came over to hang out and be a part of the excitement, and there really wasn’t much for Grandma Dee to do either, but she didn’t miss a moment. Everyone kept teasing me about how much crap I have. It was really funny! My family is rock stars! I have never felt so loved and so much gratitude. I’m a lucky girl. And I’m still trying to figure out how I got lucky enough to have this spacious apartment that I adore all to myself. I did. I had a goal and I did it, I’m living my own dream. Now what? Time for new dreams…
        I was so exhausted by the end of moving day. I made sloppy joes in the crock pot for my family since they helped me out so much. Chuck came over and met my family, and he got the seal of approval. Everyone left for the night, and Chuck stayed with me my first night in the apartment. I was so thankful he was there as well, I was sooo keyed up and he knew it. My Mom looked at him before she left and assigned him to make sure I rested. He poured me a hot bath and we drank wine and relaxed in the candle lit tub, and that did take a load of stress off. He made me go to sleep at an early hour and promise not to touch any boxes until morning. That was really sweet.
       Sunday morning I was up bright and early. I learned a few things about myself from moving, and I learned that I dislike unorder. I become distraught when things are out of order so Sunday morning I was a wreck pacing back and forth from room to room looking at all these boxes. Mix in the fact that I have A.D.D. on top of that and it was not a good combination. My mind was going a million miles a minute and with out order to control my ADD and help me focus in on a task I was getting no where fast. Chuck just watched me and laughed. Then he said to me, “You know, if we ever get all my stuff and all your stuff under one roof, we are going to need a huge place to live in!” It was hilarious, we both are the mother of pack rats. He also said to me, “I promise I won’t move you out of the city baby, but you have to let me live far enough away from people that I can have my freedom.” I agreed and then I was like, “You mean I have to move again!? My family will kill me, I’m exhausted!” I did end up getting a lot accomplished on Sunday thanks to the help of everyone. Chuck even painted the wall above my fireplace a green color for me and the back wall of my bedroom a soft pink. I was happy.
         My Mom stayed with me through that Tuesday and I had all that time off work with paid personal days. It was great. It went by really fast though. By the time Mom left I had my Living room, kitchen bathrooms, and most of my bedroom unpacked. There are still a few boxes a long the edges of my bed room and the extra bedroom I am picking at. Mostly books and candles and misc stuff. You would never guess I just moved in a week and a half ago.
       The stress of moving has pushed me into a lupus flair up. It doesn’t help that I should have had my yearly appointment in September and did not because I was in between insurance and then the doctors blew me off until June. It also doesn’t help I took half the dosage of medication I was suppose to since July and ran out completely in January. Thankful Mom raised some cain while she was here and suddenly the doctors were able to fit me in with an assistant tomorrow. I hope they put me back on my medication and I can feel normal again. I am so achy, and tired all the time right now. Last Thursday and Friday I ran a high fever and by Friday afternoon I left work early I was miserable. Chuck took care of me and was really sweet. When my fever finally broke, I broke out in hives all over my body. It was really really horrible, and it scared me, they were bad. Just another joyous side effect of lupus. That has never happened to me before.
       This week has gone by fast. I worked on Easter Sunday and was secretly thankful not to have to deal with all the family drama. Tomorrow I will miss half a day of work because of my doctor appointment. And then Angie was going to move to Gerogia this weekend so I took Thursday and Friday off work to help. She ended up getting in a hurry and moved the same weekend I moved. So now I have 4 days off of work. Chuck’s work is really slow and his boss is encouraging them to take anytime off they want with out pay, so Chuck took the opportunity to take those days off as well so the two of us have four days ahead of us with out a care in the world. That sounds refreshing.
       Plan A was a road trip. We were thinking about Chicago. We are both broke. Plan B is anything goes. I do have a honey do list for him of things I need help with around this apartment. I need him to help me hang a curtain in my room, assemble some DVD shelves, hang some other shelves, fix my vacuum, fix my dresser drawer, cut my 50″ flatscreen TV box into little pieces so noone will see it in the dumpster, for my protection and show me where the heck my furnace filter is at on my weird ass furnace. He said none of those things will take him very long at all. He really looks out for me. He is a good man. I have never been happier. I never thought it possible but I fall more in love with him everyday. He knows me so well, and I feel like I know him just as well. I can read him like a book. I can tell you what he’s thinking and predict his next move. We have a chemistry and a strong connection. We just get each other. We still talk on the phone 4-5 hours a night on the nights we are not together. (He went to sleep early tonight he was tired.) And we are together all the time during every free moment, it doesn’t matter what we are doing.
       So there you have it. 11 days of playing catch up, and it feels like 11 years worth of life in between then and now. I will post pictures of my apartment soon, but I want to get all the details down first, and I am still waiting on little things like my bed frame is on back order till middle to late April. (At least I have the mattress and box spring.)

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