I have 23 more boxes to unpack. So I guess I'm getting there, considering they left me with about fifty or so.
Physically, OMG, this move has literally killed me off. I've had chest pain in the heart for two weeks. God only knows what my doctor is going to find with that. All my thyroid symptoms are back, just like I'm not even taking the med. I've got gout symptoms back. Both of my wrists hurt like hell, and it's either Lyme or gout arthritis in them. And my back has been bad, too. So much so, that I just went and bought a new mattress and boxspring. This bed was dying before I moved and the move just made it worse.
Very poor from the move. I spent my entire rent rebate on the mattress and boxspring, and I haven't even gotten it yet. But I talked to the IRS and they said I was approved and it will be here in a few weeks. The rest of the move has cost me about three hundred and sixty to four hundred dollars. And that's without my having to pay movers. The Housing Authority paid the movers. But because I was moved during hundred degree heat, I lost all the food from the fridge. Everything had to be replaced. I have to lay out the Comcast moving fee, and I will not be reimbursed for the new checks, address labels, motor vehicle fee. You name it, I have been fee'd to death. Including, they are going to charge me to take away this old mattress and boxspring because the delivery told me they don't do it. So this place charges fifty bucks and up for large garbage removal. I won't know till Monday how much that fee will be.
I still have to buy a phone for the buzzer here, too. That's on a separate line from the regular phone. So that's more money. I'm being drained dry.
So before I moved, the manager said to me, "We'll pay for everything, won't cost you a dime. And we'll do everything, you won't have to lift a finger." Yeah, right. BS. What do you call leaving a disabled woman alone with like fifty boxes. And all these other fees and expenses. Really.
Needless to say, I will not be moving again. Physically, my body cannot take it. Money wise, forget it. And I just plain can't do this again. Like this has to be the end.
So then, after I moved in, I found out the monster, the evil devil woman from hell who used to manage my old building and everyone hated and got together to get rid of her, she's here doing the cleanliness inspections! And they said she's just as evil and mean as ever. Wanna bet I will have to somehow cough up money to hire someone to help me clean before those inspections. I seriously doubt I can physically do what the monster will want. I think after I get all my stuff organized, I'll look into applying to get someone to come in for free and help. I'm not going to be able to keep it the way they want it. Not with our illness.
I haven't even mentioned the bruises on my body from this move. You guys should see how black and blue I am. I've had things drop on my feet, I've been banged from heavy things I've had to throw out and computer equipment I've had to move myself. I look like I've been beaten up and been through a war. And I feel like it, too.
I've been downing real pseudofed to give me the strength and energy to do all this. And it has gotten me through for the most part. I'm using energy that is not my own. And then I crash and have to sleep. I really don't know how much longer I can do this. And I have a time limit on the boxes. The movers said they will pick them up, but I only have a few weeks to get them done. So I feel rushed.
And they managed to break one of my kitchen chairs, scratch my coffee table, and I have no clue what else is wrecked or missing. I still can't find stuff, but we'll see when I'm done with all the boxes. They did badly dent a muffin tray I had, but I threw it out. No point in keeping it when I rarely make anything with it anymore.
Right now, my life is a living hell. But I do know that if I live through it and get settled, I'll be happier here. So I guess in the end it will be worth it. If I don't get a heart attack and die from doing all this.