Movers are awesome. Everyone should use them. It would have taken us all day to move (at least!). With three guys and truck (shout out to Michael's Movers), it took about 4 hours. They were gone before noon. It was amazing. I couldn't help but feel slightly guilty as they marched back in forth from truck to apartment ... but I got over it.
Here's a slideshow of my new place (still in progress, of course):
Showing posts with label moving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moving. Show all posts
Monday, June 04, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Ouch!
Moving hurts.
It isn't just the uprooting, the change in routine, the realization that you haven't yet read a third of the books you purchased, or that you've got a box of clothes that don't quite fit (although that is a bit painful to the ego) - there's physical pain, too!
Luckily I've avoided the dreaded cardboard cuts (the heftier, more lethal version of paper cuts). However, even though I don't own a lot of heavy items, and even though I've been really careful not to pack boxes too heavy, and even though I "lift with my knees, not with my back!" I hurt myself.
During all of the crouching, reaching, bending, stretching, and twisting, my back has decided to protest.
I was fine last night, and fine this morning - that is, until I stepped out of the shower. We have a large claw-foot tub (good-bye, tub! I'll miss you!) and it's quite a big step to get out of it. I guess that was the last straw. I bent to dry my legs and - OUCH! The first shot of pain I almost didn't believe.
That was weird, I thought.
Then: Ah! Oh! Ooh! Eeeh!
You know you're in trouble when it hurts to breathe.
Luckily, after a few hours lying in bed (and many ibuprofen later) the pain had subsided enough that I could get to work. Maybe I should have stayed home, I don't know. But I'm not a very good invalid. It's one thing to choose to lay around in bed all day. That's enjoyable laziness. It's another matter entirely when forced to do it.
As long as I practice good posture and refrain from making sudden movements, I'm OK.
Is it time for more meds, yet?
It isn't just the uprooting, the change in routine, the realization that you haven't yet read a third of the books you purchased, or that you've got a box of clothes that don't quite fit (although that is a bit painful to the ego) - there's physical pain, too!
Luckily I've avoided the dreaded cardboard cuts (the heftier, more lethal version of paper cuts). However, even though I don't own a lot of heavy items, and even though I've been really careful not to pack boxes too heavy, and even though I "lift with my knees, not with my back!" I hurt myself.
During all of the crouching, reaching, bending, stretching, and twisting, my back has decided to protest.
I was fine last night, and fine this morning - that is, until I stepped out of the shower. We have a large claw-foot tub (good-bye, tub! I'll miss you!) and it's quite a big step to get out of it. I guess that was the last straw. I bent to dry my legs and - OUCH! The first shot of pain I almost didn't believe.
That was weird, I thought.
Then: Ah! Oh! Ooh! Eeeh!
You know you're in trouble when it hurts to breathe.
Luckily, after a few hours lying in bed (and many ibuprofen later) the pain had subsided enough that I could get to work. Maybe I should have stayed home, I don't know. But I'm not a very good invalid. It's one thing to choose to lay around in bed all day. That's enjoyable laziness. It's another matter entirely when forced to do it.
As long as I practice good posture and refrain from making sudden movements, I'm OK.
Is it time for more meds, yet?
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Hooray!
Starting Monday I will no longer be "Interim Associate Director of Grants and Volunteer Management."
Yeah, short and sweet, no?
I'll go back to being an Institutional Advancement Assistant. That doesn't really describe what I do, but oh well.
Really, I'm Associate Director of Miscellanious Projects.
That's much more accurate.
And the countdown to my new address countinues: 31 days.
Wahoo!
Yeah, short and sweet, no?
I'll go back to being an Institutional Advancement Assistant. That doesn't really describe what I do, but oh well.
Really, I'm Associate Director of Miscellanious Projects.
That's much more accurate.
And the countdown to my new address countinues: 31 days.
Wahoo!
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