Remember a few weeks ago I mentioned a trip to the hospital with chest pains and it turned out to be oesophageal spasms (shovel list)? Well it keeps happening. I could be having a full blown heart attack and I would be thinking.."gee willikers, my oesophagus is sure spasming tonight….bad" and then die cuz I thought it was oesophageal spasms and not a heart attack. And jesus murphy does it ever hurt! Every night now, as soon as I lay down it starts up and it really really freaking hurts. And from what google says there ain't a thing that can be done. Yikes!
We had two burley men and a truck move our stuff down from Port today. Yay!!! I now have furniture to put some things on…if I could only find them. The vast majority of our boxes are still packed out in the garage. I don't know where crap is. You think you will remember but guess what? YOU DON'T!!! I know what I want but I have no clue even where to start. And when I open a box and rifle through, they never shut properly again. And then the stacks lean and fall over. Maybe I will just leave the shelves and surfaces empty! My voice is still echoing out there.
Some things I really do want to find. Like my Uggs. I virtually lived in those things….gone. The 500 dollar knives Spod bought that time when I was so freaking mad about it then fell in love with the knives completely against my will….gone. The decorative stuff that had been on the buffet…gone. The two lovely ridonkulously expensive cushions I purchased at the National Portrait Gallery in London (one had a painting on it by Klimpt)….gone. My awesome white filigrayish type swingy candle holder Monte bought me…gone. All, and I mean all, my bedding…gone.
But gee I found my old hand crank egg beater, and I found the old hand crank meat grinder from Home Hardware, and I found a hand crank coffee grinder and a hand crank flashlight. What the hell??? And they were NOT in a box labeled hand crank stuff. I didn't even realize I HAD hand crank things. Guess I'm ready for the power to go out.
Now I am off to bed. I am hoping my OS (which is what I will refer to Oesophageal Spasm Syndrome from now on….if I actually do refer to it again) will not come back. It really really hurts which is kind of distracting when you are trying to play Peggle in bed on your ipad. TTYL
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