DECLUTTER

Yup!!  Thats right.  A clear house is a clear mind.  That is this week's challenge.  Actually I have to say it was a really good chapter.  She told us how to divide your stuff up (categories) and then how to dispose of the dispose pile.  Lots of good suggestions on organization…a reality check for those of us that are either collectors or married to collectors…of junk.  I enjoyed this chapter and I just may apply it to the garage after April gets her stuff out of there.

I went over to see Spod a couple of times today.  I ran into his doctor and he flagged me down.  Basically (Judge Judy's most hated word haha) he has put things in such a way that I don't really think they are thinking there is much that will be able to be done but make him as comfortable as possible.  He asked Spod if he would like to have an exploratory needle/biopsy of his abdomen..more so they can tell him what he actually has than to actually treat it.  But like I have said before and am saying again…things change….all the time.  So they are planning that tomorrow.  If the result comes in in two or three days they will keep him there.  If its a week or more they will send him home…which would be great.

I am a little worried that the real reality of all of this will hit him when he gets home.  And right now we have Kevin and Tandy and kids here for the week…so it would be a wonderful distraction for him if he were to come home now.  Fingers crossed!  Meanwhile, while all this bull shit is going on, he is fading away before our very eyes.  He still isn't eating.

Not much change with Monte.  They have put him back on elanzapine.  This was a drug that worked so well for him over the last year.  They took him off of it a month or two ago, because of the awful side effect of weight gain.  But it seems to be helping him so he may have to find a way to deal with the weight gain and stay on that drug.  I feel he will be in there a while yet.

I am seriously falling behind on my chores here.  One of them is the flipping garbage.  There are about six bags that desperately need to be taken to the dump.  I had Monte gather them into one spot…but he missed one that Aryn had put in a different part of the garage. 

 Last night I got home fairly late and needed to feed the dog immediately.  So I need to get that bag of garbage out of there, it was right in the way.  I reached over and full fisted grabbed the tied area at the top..it had kind of folded over.  My whole hand, fingers and back of hand, sank into something gushy and lumpy.  I yanked my hand back and pulled the top of the bag back…to expose at least a four inch pocket of maggots…at least four million of them.  It was like a mushy four cups of rice. 

 I actually cried.  Now don't get me wrong, maggots don't usually bother me, except for the fact that they turn into really annoying flies.  But this was a ridiculous careless bad oversight.  I knew that stupid bag was there and just hadn't moved it.  I dashed into the house and grabbed a can of raid from under the sink.  I sprayed those suckers until they were foamy and not moving.  I then gingerly picked up the whole bag and took it out to the lawn.  Methinks its to the dump in the morning…I just simply did not have time this morning.  I wonder if crap like this happens to other people.  Stuff like this makes me feel like a loser.  This would never happen in my sister's house or in Cookie's.  I hate that garage.  TTYL