Saturday

Let’s see.  Woke up around 7:30am to the neighbours yelling and carrying on.  Not arguing, just that loud yelling that seems to be the only way bogans can communicate.  Quickly realised I had a rather nasty headache, and I needed to get ready and go over to mother’s house.  In the shower, the headache rapidly progressed into a migraine.  I stumbled out to the couch, dressed only in undies and a towel wrapped around my wet hair.  For some idiot reason, turned on my computer (as is my routine) and opened facebook.  Wrote a status about having a headache, then realised it was getting serious.  I was freezing and shaking.  I got some pills from the bathroom cabinet and a glass of water.  Took about 10 minutes to get them into me as every time I put a pill in my mouth I wanted to vomit, so it was choking it back, pouring water into my mouth, gagging a few times, swallowing the water but not the pill, pouring more water in and sucking it all down.  Then repeat for the second pill.  By the end my eyes had watered down onto my cheeks and I was exhausted!  I crawled back into bed and carefully tossed and turned until I fell asleep.  Had weird dreams about my Dad being in the apartment, standing between the curtain and the window so he could smoke without the smoke going through the apartment.  I dreamt I woke up at 8:30pm and had lost the entire day and it was too late to go over to mother’s to do anything …. 

I woke at 11am and decided I felt well enough to get up.  I got myself dressed and loaded 5 boxes and a small tv into my car, then headed to mother’s.  There was no painting to be done, as the builder was there working on the room.  That was okay though, mother had bought shelving for the garden shed and had dragged everything out of it.  We spent about 4 hours assembling shelves, sorting through the stuff, putting it back into the shed neatly.  I put my 5 boxes and tv in there, and there is plenty of room for me to store more stuff in there.  I was disturbed at the amount of weird shit mother has kept.  It really felt like an episode of hoarders at times where I had to draw her attention to the fact that she had been holding on to a tile cutter that she hadn’t used in 24 years.  That the 21 year old, mouldy and rotten tennis racket wouldn’t really be suitable for my niece to use if she EVER decides to take up tennis (which she has shown no interest in yet).  I made a pile of stuff to be thrown away, and saw her sneak a wooden shelf set out of it and put it back in the shed (she’s had that since we lived in one particular house in 1999).  I wonder how much crap she will take out of the rubbish pile while I am not around.  It’s her stuff, I don’t want to take it off her if she really wants it, but some of it was quite weird.  The shed was so crammed with worthless crap, while her backyard has these mounds of nice furniture that are covered in tarps and rotting in the bad weather.  It doesn’t make sense. 

Anyway.  I had recovered from my migraine somewhat and was just a bit shaky and sickly.  Once we were done, I headed home and M and I talked game plan as far as moving.  Tomorrow I would love to take another carload (or two!) over to mother’s house, same again Monday evening and Tuesday evening.  The only thing that will hold us back is time.  M works much slower than I do and is very insistent on using his methods of packing etc.  I am someone who just stuffs in boxes and GOES.  It’s very difficult working together and trying to find a balance that doesn’t drive us both nuts.  At least we have a tiny bit more space in here to move.  

I looked up the details for my visa medical, and it is in Sydney, not in Newcastle like M’s was.  I will have to call on Monday and see if I can get an appointment for the day before my interview, to save making two trips.  I wonder how much it will cost…. 

I am freezing cold tonight.  I think it’s still from the migraine because M isn’t feeling cold at all.  I just feel under the weather.  I know it was from stress, too.  I spent so much time worrying over everything I need to get done this weekend.  

And now to end on a good note:  This is the last Saturday night we will spend here! This time next week I will be safely tucked up in my bed at mother’s house.  And doesn’t that sound like a fucking relief?  Aside from anything else, I was saying to a woman at work that going back to mother’s house will mean a REST for me.  I am reaching that point where I am burning out and starting to lose my marbles.  Time to backpedal!