I Won

As far as I can tell, the war between Gina and the Helicobacter Pylori is over and I have emerged victorious! It's a good thing too, because I was so over taking the antibiotics long before I was actually over taking them.

Katie asked about ulcers ... I'm not sure that I had any. (We didn't do that scopy thing), but what I did have was positive antibodies and another indicator and a tummy that hadn't been right for a looong time.

Now that I've won that battle I'm on to dealing with other life crises. Like having to move in twenty-two days and not exactly having a place to move to. And packing my whole life (and BigTea's and what's left of the WT's--like all the stuff he didn't get around to dealing with before he went off to college) into boxes and figuring out what we need short-term and long-term. And getting prices from movers. And wondering why I'm bothering because I'm seeing exactly what happened last time we moved . . .

Convo with BigTea as we size up the masses of stuff we've accumulated in the last x number of years.

BT: You know, I'm XX years old now and I'm just not up for moving all this stuff. We're going to have to hire movers.

GB: Okay. I can make some phone calls.

GB gets estimates while BT packs up his car and begins to move things anyway.

GB: You're being careful of your back, aren't you?

BT: (Straightens up) Yeah, sure. Everything's fine. Where's that heating thingy, you know, the one we microwave?

Two weeks later the movers come . . .

Mover1: This isn't going to take four hours.

GB: Right. I had a feeling.

So, here we go again. We're renting a storage unit next Monday and will begin to fill it. And maybe we'll even have an address there by the end of next week. We've decided on a short term rental while we try to pry the place we want out of the bureaucracy of the bank that owns it. And if that one doesn't pry, another one will.

Where are we going, you ask? That's right. I never said. We're planning to lay down our mattress in the city of arts and flowers . . . where I'm going to create art (with words) and BigTea is going to get back to gardening--not only flowers, but tomatoes, raspberries, Meyer lemons and satsumas just for starters. He's suggesting pluots and we might even have chickens. I wonder what The Pooh would think of them?