cabbitzilla | (no subject)

Buckle your seat belts, darlings... someone plugged the chaos generator back in, and the ripples are sizeable...

We got wind this morning that the investor who took control of the house has a buyer, and is intent on a Tuesday closing on the deal... which means everything in the house is now on a time schedule. What I don't get out, I lose. Blessedly I've again got custody of Crystal's Explorer (someone get this poor woman Sainted before I break her, please?)... tomorrow will be a final blast/sort/pack day, and the serious final moving will commence on Friday.

But Ellie, I thought you were sick? Food poisoning (damned eggs) or no, this gets done. I managed to spend a few hours at Crys and Kelly's with only one bathroom trip and a minimum of gas, so I think I'm over the worst of it. Voice comes and goes, but it held until about halfway home, when I shattered what was left of it trying to sing along with AC/DC's Thunderstruck...

But... what about the sleep problems? I'll be doubling my tranc dosage for the next few days to be sure I get enough sleep. Not the optimal method, but it works well for a hack.

And the elevated pain levels due to the cold? Crys -also- lent me a space heater to use at the house... since it's out of oil and has no heat at all. I've some meds that're given to me to use 'as needed'... that'll have to take up the slack. Fortunately, none of them cause drowsiness.

And this all means? My already weird hours are going to get weirder. If you go a few days without seeing me online, it's because of this. I'm likely intact still, just ... very frazzled. My posting here has been anything but regular, but that'll change once things pick a new spot as 'normal' and stay there.

This is #2. I'm not looking forward to finding out what the third is...