
So, I used all my spoons for god knows how long to get the place empty, and am in serious fucking full body pain, wrists, legs and back, but it was worth it to be done, right, even if I can't use my hands this week.
Then we get a call from the landass, assing on about how we didn't clean the place out well enough, and his work crew needs us to finish cleaning it out today. and Z got the call, not me, because I swear I would have said Fuck you, clean it yourself and take it out of our security which you know you weren't gonna give back anyway, suck my dick. But no, Z was all polite and said we'd come over this evening and finish up. and seriously, my body is giving out, I am covered with bruises from using my legs to support things when my hands couldn't, my left hand won't stop shaking, and not just the parts of my back that usually get fucked up, but my whole back is one big hurt. There's nothing heavy left to haul, thankfully, but I'm gonna be scrubbing and shit, and it makes me want to cry to think of doing anything else with my hands right now. I'm typing one handed, because my left hurts too much for that, even. So, I'm going to be stuck overusing my right to finish the place, so by bedtime tonight my right will be as bad as my left. And my left brace? in some box or another, since people were helping pack I don't know which one, so i will have to dig with these hurty hands to find them, or just keep doing without, or wearing my right switched around on my left.
And I need to get to unpacking, because if we get used to living out of clutter boxes, it's just going to be harder and harder to get organized, but if I don't lt my stupid hands rest a couple days after tonight, I don't know how long it will be before they fucking work again.
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