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!