Another Fun Day

What a Sunday!  I decided to clean out the most disgusting closet in the house - under the stairs.  It's a small walk-in quadrilateral-shaped closet that's a catch all for all my hobbies, crafts, files, gift-wrapping, some towels, and a laundry shoot.  Simply enough, a catch-all.  I took everything out of all of the drawers (there's an old bureau in there with huge Rubbermaid drawers stacked on top),  pulled everything off the shelves and floors, and emptied all of the corners and crevices.  There was stuff everywhere!  There was a trail all the way from the hall closet to the living room, where I watched TV for some entertainment in the process.  Piles for Goodwill, piles for work, piles for the trash, sorted piles...  Piles, piles, piles.

It was just about then that Lisa started crying with a headache and went weaving  through the piles into the bathroom where she proceeded to get extremely sick.  All I could think of was "Been there, wrote the book", and we headed off to the ER. (Leaving my mess behind.)

On the way in Lisa got sick again.  (It was weird being on this side of the migrane.) We sat there for an hour  and the people were moving slo-o-o-o-ow.  All Lisa wanted to do was go to sleep.  There were kids screaming and crying:  The place was packed!  We waited and waited.  Lisa ate some crackers and kept them down.  Her head felt better and the crackers stayed down.  We left after another 1/2 hour.  It was terrible in there.  I guess migraines are low on the priority list. (Unless you're lucky enough to get a nurse who gets migraines).

I came home to my (ugh) closet mess.  Lisa took some strong meds and went to sleep.  I reorganized things.  The closet looks much better.  Now there are piles of stuff all over my house that are destined for many other places.  Tomorrow morning when I wake up I'll probably cringe at the sight of them.

Comments

[Margaret]

What a horrible headache. I would hate to get migraines. I hope your film turns out well!