I had a horrible couple of days of pain last week. All up and down my spine, groin and legs. I have had some of this before but last Thursday was the worst.
We have shifted our Lyme treatment protocol to focus more on metal and parasite detoxing. Then we will go after trying to rid the body of mold toxins. None of this is quick, nor simple, nor without expense.
The overall health of the family is varied. One daughter has been itching horribly for weeks now. Another daughter might have had a bit of extra energy this week…but mentally is very dull. The other daughter kind of comes and goes with various ups and downs. Hubby is holding steady….and I perhaps, despite such horrible pain last week, seem to be gaining ground ever so slightly. I went through a bad slump this summer, feeling like I was just going to die slowly. Of late, I have gotten back to “I am going to do all I can to beat this!” and have begun to put some action to the thought. Believe me that is improvement.
There is much going on behind the scenes here. Right now, I am working on clutter that has built up over the past years of having sick people unable to do more than the bare essentials; Or from having brain fog to the point of not being able to make a rational decision about disposing of unnecessary items. I have to wonder if hoarders aren’t just physically sick and unable to think because of it; so they fill up corners of their lives with stuff, as they attempt to live around it. I finally got the small room off the kitchen where my father-in-law lived cleaned totally out— ready to remove the carpet.
The shop is up and running. We are still waiting on the masses to arrive but slowly the word is getting out. The building is advertising an open house in a couple of weeks and we are gearing up for that.
Last week, Mom got a call from one of the siblings saying they were coming to visit. That meant a day needed to be dedicated to cleaning up my parents place. So while one of the daughters went off to town with Grandma to buy groceries, I went to work at putting down her sewing table and the accompanying mess. This table has sat in the middle of the room for months now, but to her credit she has enjoyed it and actually accomplished some projects. (Two years ago, it literally sat smack dab in the middle of the room for three months and she didn’t get one thing finished. She has probably been clearer of mind this year.)
Then I focused on getting the dining room table top cleaned off, a major accomplishment. She has this beautiful table with a lot of room, but they often end up eating off the edge of the table because it is always full of “stuff”. It is a serious point of frustration for me. I then cleaned the kitchen. Years of frugality, from reusing and saving every zipper and bread bag, twist ties, plastic mayo jars, etc. has not changed in her old age. I usually come along and throw out all of the twist ties because I hate them—as a kid I have this memory of hating twist ties and secretly putting them in the trash, for fear of getting scolded for throwing them out.. That goes ditto for used plastic bags laying all over the counter.
In the process, of cleaning the kitchen I decided to venture under the kitchen cabinet….ugh! I found some mold. I quickly called Hubby and he came and replaced the two by four and cut out the small portion of dry wall that needed removing. I left them for the evening feeling like the place looked much better and content that the mold filter that I had bought several weeks back for their apartment would take care of the mold spore that the removal had stirred up.
The next day, I get a call from Mom saying that my sister-in-law had spent the night in the hospital, she was at home and doing okay, but that they had to cancel their trip. I know Mom was horribly disappointed but we are hopeful that they will try to come later on if the weather allows.
Dad was hallucinating again last week…but seems to be better now. He was probably dehydrated. Plus he is also dealing with an open wound….both of those can cause the hallucinations. I know, I have said this before but hallucinations can be most interesting. Dad’s are almost always good natured. His dreams can be more upsetting. Hubby came in the other morning and told me that Dad said, “I am kind of surprised to see you, considering that you got blew up.” Some of these dreams are more real to him than the waking hallucinations.
I have spent this week delving into my own messes, looking for hidden dirt and the mold that might grow on it. I decided to clean out the big coat closet by the back door. A couple of weeks ago, I remember peering in there wondering what had become lost…..and I noticed that it smelled a bit like dirt. So I lost my mind on Tuesday, I started to haul out this mountain of coats. I piled them into the middle of the floor and asked each person to identify their vests, coats, jackets and winter insulated pants. Ummm, upon closer inspection, some of this mountain needed to be washed because it still had last spring’s mud on it. (Big Frowny Face!) Then I pulled out the two big drawers that sit under this unit. (Once upon a time this used to be the closet for the master bed room…when Mom renovated she put it by the back door.) There were some more things that smelled musty! So I piled them into the middle of the floor….All of this stuff of course is now piled in the small fireplace room off the kitchen….(so much of having that area ready to pull up the carpet.)
When Mom had the closet moved she didn’t paint the wall behind it. (Mom never was one for spending money on extra paint.) This area used to be a porch….Umm, that antique pinkish/peach colored paint was always ugly….Ummm, I wonder if it has lead in it? So I dug out the can of paint that I had used under the sink in the bathroom months ago and I went to work painting the old porch walls.
I even had hubby pull off a small area to see if there was mold behind the 1950’s paneling. There was a lot of dirt but no mold. So I just painted the walls and the wires that lurk back there. It is not the most professional looking paint job I have done but it was sufficient for what it is used for. The white paint will make it easier to see and I am going to have hubby put in some kind of light while we have everything out. He is also, reworking one small area to make it more accessible.
I decided that I still felt well enough by the time that I had that paint job done, I put up the ladder in the kitchen and started working on the ceiling tiles again. I had part of this job done but when I did it, I felt so lousy that I did not get back to it. I got the whole kitchen done this week…and now it is almost ready to roll the ceiling paint on. I will be so happy when I get this done. But not today….I have other things to do and I had better get at it. It is supposed to get COLD tonight and I have things I have to get out of the garden first.