A New Kind of Tired

You know that kind of tired when all you can comprehend is bed, blankets, pillows… just basically anything soft, and then you go and find those things and you lie there eyes wide open, everything that ever existed in the world filling your thoughts in that single moment, so you decide that perhaps you aren’t really that tired after all and begin to sit up, only to realise your entire body has assumed the weight of a large container of solid lead and most certainly isn’t going anywhere?


09/11/2017 –

You know that kind of tired when all you can comprehend is bed, blankets, pillows… just basically anything soft, and then you go and find those things and you lie there eyes wide open, everything that ever existed in the world filling your thoughts in that single moment, so you decide that perhaps you aren’t really that tired after all and begin to sit up, only to realise your entire body has assumed the weight of a large container of solid lead and most certainly isn’t going anywhere?

Maybe you don’t.

That’s me now.

I suppose that isn’t quite true… because I’m sitting up and apparently have the mental capacity to write… apparently…

I’m moving house. I’m dreading it, and yet I couldn’t be more excited – all at once. I did most of the packing last weekend in anticipation. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was excitement, maybe it was just my over-organised and over-prepared nature kicking in. Maybe it was a little bit of all of those things. It’s not a big move, just a 20min drive between the two houses but we’re doing it all ourselves, and we only have two days to do it. And that includes the cleaning.

I love the idea of moving house; the creative streak in me can’t imagine anything better than the blank canvas that is an empty building, just waiting to have someone fill it with beautiful things and make it their home. It’s not often you get to just completely re-arrange and order ALL of your belongings to create a perfect little “me” space, exactly as you want it. We’re also upsizing, so the options are endless, who knows? I might even find an excuse to go and buy new homewares – you know you’re an adult when that excites you…

So anyway, I spent all of last weekend packing and I’m shattered. And the hardest bit hasn’t even begun. Did I mention I’m the only one who can drive our moving truck? So I kinda need to be alert, alive, awake, able… you get the point. At least the packing is done, almost….

Obviously it’s in my best interests to make sure I get plenty of rest this week and am in top condition with minimum ME/CFS symptoms on Saturday, there’s only a few things getting in the way…

  1. Packing – yep, still going. I mean, most of it is done but I’m one of those people who WILL NOT stop thinking about my “To Do” list until I’m satisfied that everything is complete. To the point that I will probably pack my things up before I am even finished with them and then have to survive several days without… (or dig them up out of whatever box they may be hiding in and completely undo my hard work).
  2. Food – so we decided it would be much easier to move if we didn’t have to worry about keeping food cold, transporting heavy cans etc. So we didn’t do a grocery shop this week and are instead just slowly making our way through whatever rations we have in our kitchen. Which is plenty, don’t get me wrong, we certainly aren’t going hungry. In fact, we’ve had some of the greatest meals ever – but in terms of health factor… put it this way, less fresh food = less energy. I really didn’t think this through.
  3. Stress – I say stress in the loosest sense of the word. I don’t think I’m “stressed” as such, more just wanting to ensure everything runs smoothly. No matter the kind of stress, an overactive mind means less energy is left for actually doing anything… like I said before, “…everything that ever existed in the world filling your thoughts in that single moment”. It’s tiring stuff.
  4. I’m still working full time. Which in itself is hard enough… I’ll save the details for another post sometime…
  5. Excitement – I AM SO F***ING EXCITED! Which leads us back to point 3… overactive mind… etc. etc. etc.
Moving House with Chronic Illness
The stack of boxes just keeps getting larger…

 20/11/2017 –

WE DID IT!! (and I’ve finally found a free minute to continue writing). I had every intention of posting this before we moved, but for whatever reason I never actually got there so here we go…

The move was everything I thought it would be and more.  More exciting, more tiring, more hectic and yep, it even took longer. Turns out we have a LOT of stuff.

As predicted I had to take the following Monday off work, I’d planned with my manager to work from home that day, but a hiccup with the internet company meant no internet and no internet meant no work. Not that I’m complaining, I certainly needed the rest. While everything did take a lot longer and a lot more effort than I’d hoped, I also think it ran really smoothly, so I thought I’d share some of the best parts of the move and how we made moving house chronic illness friendly.

Unlimited Moving Time:

Borrowing a truck for the entire weekend turned out to be a lifesaver. In the end it took us three truck loads and an entire day to move all of our stuff, not to mention the million and one car loads that went with it. But having no time constraint on when the truck needed returning meant there was way less stress and I could take my time, and take breaks between trips. Driving the truck myself was a little stressful (especially in the narrow city streets) but I soon got used to it, and the benefits of not having to rush far outweighed the negatives of doing the driving myself.

Preparation:

There were two main ways I prepared for the move. 1. I made a loose plan of what needed to be on the truck and what could be moved using cars in advance and 2. I labelled boxes by the room they needed to be put in. Planning the truck loads meant that we could be efficient with loading up and keep the number of trips that I would have to drive to a minimum. While we couldn’t load the truck in advance, we did load up two cars the night before which made everything that little bit easier when we got up on the morning of the big move. Labelling by room name meant there was no confusion when it came to unpacking. It also proved very useful for those helping us as they didn’t have to constantly ask where to leave things.

Recruiting Help (but not too much):

We recruited the help of a couple of family members for the move, being family they were aware of my situation and knew I was saving energy for driving. It’s amazing the difference it makes on your guilty conscience when you are able to trust that someone isn’t judging you. Which seems a little irrelevant for moving house but it’s energy intensive times like that where my guilt is its strongest. Not only did everyone understand I needed to rest, they were also fantastic enforcers of my rest breaks and continued to check on me throughout the day. Trusting everyone there meant I was able to leave the heavy lifting to them and focus on the simple tasks. Whether I was on the back of the truck passing things down, or simply taking the smaller boxes in from the cars. Even sitting down and beginning the unpacking process was a way that I could help without over using my energy. Because our new house is also multi-storey I made a conscious effort to focus on unloading boxes that were for downstairs, avoiding the staircase as much as I could. I mentioned not recruiting too many helpers… I think it was good to have help but I also think that too many people would have simply made everything harder. There would have been a lot more planning needed and getting in each other’s way would have been a bit of an issue (trust me, getting stuck in a small hallway with a heavy box because there’s a people traffic jam isn’t a fun time).

Rest Breaks:

I guess this kinda goes along with the unlimited moving time but I also made sure that I took breaks to drink water and just rest. Often I can find it really hard to just sit and do nothing, especially when there are so many things I could be doing and so many people around me being productive. But for the weekend of the move I forced myself to let go of some guilt and trust that looking after my energy was the most helpful thing I could do even if it didn’t feel that way. As I said before, being surrounded by people who I trusted was amazingly helpful for putting my mind at ease.


22/11/2017 –

We haven’t quite finished, but we’re almost there. I wouldn’t go as far as to say my nerves were out of place, but I’ve certainly managed everything much better than anticipated… Let’s just hope I don’t have to do it again for a very long time…


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