I'm still here!

I'm still a trash hoarder! But I'm trying. My sister did come over a couple of time, very angry with me. She would say things like "You're not afraid of me!" Well no, I'm not. If I was I would cut off all contact with her. Very hurtful.

My current attempt involves a coworker's husband. I sent him a text with a picture of the area I'm going to clean with a deadline and then I send him a picture when I'm finished. He sends me a text telling I've done a good job. I'm hoping it will become a habit and I'll get the entire house cleaned.

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Nothing was found on the MRI. They don't know what's causing the double vision, just that it's not life threatening.So the plan is just to keep an eye on it. It is reducing it's self however. Maybe it will just go away.

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I'm still biking! Have broke the 500 mile mark. I have the bike in granny gear as to not bother my left knee. I have learned to keep the tires really hard, as that helps with ease of biking. I have lost ten pounds and have gone from 6 miles an hour to 10!I do believe if my health stays up, that I will try bike packing when I retire and than live in a van. Summer has always been a problem as I just can't get up early enough to bike when its still in the 80's. So I have started biking at night. I have invested in a rechargeable flashlight system that attaches to the handlebar.  It works very well. When I was just using the little light I got from Walmart, I could barely see when I wasn't around a street light. I almost got hurt a couple of times before I coughed up for the Sunspeed light. It's a lot more quite at night too. I like that..
  I've learned how to fix a flat and patch a hole as well. Next up on the DIY path is watching YouTube and finding out how to put in new spokes.
  I wouldn't mind being a bike mechanic.

Not Dead, But Still A Trash Hoarder!

So here it is, two years from last post! how did that happen? House still needs to be clean. My sister is coming over and making me do it. Only problem is this; the dust isn't really dust, it's beetle larval casings and their red shit. I am massively, horribly allergic to it. Every time I try dealing with it, I have an asthma attack and get a lung, and eye infection. But I must get rid of it. I think there's a fairly good chance that if I did, most of my breathing problems would evaporate. So, the only solution I have been able to think of is this, no sweeping it, or agitating it.  That only puts it in the air where I can breath it in, causing a chain reaction. No, what I'm going to do in the bathroom is pour water on everything, in the hopes of causing the "dust" to stick to whatever it is on. Then I will sort. Have discovered that my cotton shirts have holes in them from being eaten by the bugs, I'm assuming my precious hoard of wool yarn also must go...

I also have other healthcare woes. Obamacare came just in time for me! I'm seeing double at a distance. My eyes are no longer focusing on the same spot. I shelled out for new glasses with prisms inside them, but it's still getting worse and I'm back to driving with the left eye closed. I'm waiting for approval for a MRI scan. They are going to look for

1., Thyroid tumour.
2., Brain tumour.
3., Lesions on my brain stem. (Multiple Sclerosis).

I am showing signs of MS. Fatigue, the headache, that week where it was everything I could do to lift up my hatchback on my car...

But if I'm really lucky, (!) it will be a benign Thyroid tumour like my mother did when I was four.

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I'm now down to nine cats. I don't want to talk about it.
 Goosie is still alive, my adorable

shrink-wrapped skelton!

Lots of Things Have Happened

First off, the house is still dirty. My sister has given up coming over. Bad Iris. On the other hand, it is now a habit for me to pick up trash and throw it out, so there's that. Every once in a while I stir myself and do a bit of cleaning...

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I'm having problems with the little boys again. The eldest is deliberately breaking branches off my cherry tree. I manged to have an altercation with the youngest mom and aunt. First it's like "why are you filming my child" and then it's "It's illegal to do so," then "Why don't you know who's kids they are?" And they they rifted about that and how it was a matter of intelligence...and their landlord has driven up behind them, and the mom is telling him my yard is shit anyway.

I did figure out that the way they reacted was out of fear. Apparently I'm not the only one having problems with the kids and the landlord is aware of it,

But I'm pretty sure the eldest is running through my back yard on his way to school...

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I got into a car accident.  I was pulling away from the curb, going around co-worker's car car that was parked in front of me, after looking down the street and seeing it was clear and keeping an eye on the side mirror, when I saw the corner of a white car in the mirror. Apparently he had pulled out of the shopping center across the street and was trying to make a left turn, which means he traveled across three lanes to hit me.He did state to me "that he saw it was clear, pulled out and and got distracted by something and hit me." It's only cosmetic damage, so fuck it.  He's claiming on his insurance. 

However I found out I wasn't covered by my insurance. I think I must have known this at one point but had forgotten it.But I told them... and they said I wasn't covered when I was working. So work told me I had to  get another insurance.So I got another insurance and you know what? It's the same coverage, maybe even higher, for the same deductible, AND with road side assistance But I was paying $113 before, a month, and now I am paying $70!.

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I got hearing aids for both ears, FOR FREE! Thank you Ombacare!And it's wonderful! I can hear BF with out cupping my ear!I've already gotten use to wearing them, (Ewwwe, the first week with the itchie/tickley ears)..Everyone comments on how they can't be seen from the front. I don't care whether they are visible or not. I don't want to be like Daddy and isolate myself out of vanity or fear. I want to participate with my friends and thanks to these hearing aids I can!

My sister knowns I'm a trash hoader!

And she's making me clean up! I wish I could forget the look on her face when she walked into the house and blurted out "I thought you meant you were just a little messy!" So far I have worked on the the living room, the dining room, the kitchen and BFF's old room. The floor can be seen in all those rooms and walking around is easy, no more paths.  

Still to do is my room, the bathroom ( I can only open the door to get to the toilet), and the other bedroom. That's the room I decided would be the storage room for BFF's stuff. Unbeknownst to me she kept putting stuff in it. Unfortunately she's not a stacker, she's a piler. She kept on putting things in there on the floor instead of on the stacked boxes so now there is only stepping holes.

Added to that, the burglar five years ago left that door open so it was about a month before I could close it without some cat being trapped inside. So everything was peed on. Probably pooped as well. 

Also, every time I clean a room that has had the beetles in it (little black ones, not roaches), I get an eye infection.

I'm slowly getting there. My sister didn't even yell at me last week when she came over to inspect.

I'm feeling paranoid

I have just discovered that the knive that I stuck in the cat door's locking slot is gone. Also the door moves up and down with the greatest of ease now. No sticking. Someone had been in the house.

That explains a couple of things, one, Marmie cat is terrified of me and is living in the garage. Two, I did have a couple odd silver coins left from the last burglar, but I can't find them now.

I have put another knife in...I figure the other one was removed the night I forgot to lock the door and it was open when I came home from work. The door handle bolt doesn't really work anymore and most of the time it stays inside the door. Its the dead bolt that keeps the door locked and closed, and that what I forgot to use, distracted by the mailman.

I really can't handle this stuff anymore. I'm going to move anything important over to my sister's house.

Alas, it's been a exciting month...

I got my ear done. My sister took me as she didn't think my car would make it down to Harbor UCLA, and I think she is right. They took off my skin cancer and then did a skin graft and recreated the rim of my ear, (you are getting the abbreviated version since Blogger ate the really long draft). Ear looks pretty good now.

I am a trash hoarder. I decided to change my ways. I started picking stuff up off of the floor of my bedroom, which has not been cleaned in five years. I filled up the trash guy. Floor still not cleared. Four hours later start coughing, spitting and gasping for breath. All night long. It finally starts slowing down around 6 A.M. I have been coughing non stop for 11 hours.   I sleep for an hour and a half and go to the urgent care.

My oxygen blood level is 91. I get a breathing treatment, steroids,  antihistamines, antibiotics and an inhaler. I order a toxic dust  mask off Amazon. The day it comes I work on bedroom again. I fill up the trash guy AGAIN! Floor still not cleared. I take dust mask off. I forget there will be dust in air. I don't cough but start having trouble breathing. At work it's so bad, that at the close my supervisor sends me home and does my work. Very nice man.

Next day, doctor's appointment. Oxygen level 91 again. Doctor give me an EKG. Abnormal. Next stop, ER by ambulance and paramedic's.Blood work, Chest X-Rays and four more EKG's. Everything is fine. Doctor says my breathing problems are on the "Spectrum of asthma, but not chronic." Four steroids pills at once and I am released.

I'm to get a stress test and perhaps a cardiogram. What will this cost me? I'm hoping Healthy Way La will pick up everything since I was send there by the doctor. Waiting for the bill.

Damn it!

I just spend an hour writing out a very long blog post and blogger ate it!