I need to rant out today's events because I'm feeling a little flustered.
Over the last few weeks I haven't been able to actively keep on top of the housework. Even the "everyday" things of just doing the dishes in the morning were delegated to my other half since I had a cast on my wrist and was told by the doctor to rest it. Along with that, I bumped my head twice which has caused a handicapping stiff neck, which does go away for some hours or some days, but comes back very unpredictably and sometimes with the smallest of tasks or jerks. This has made lifting and turning my head more difficult, and even bending down (to clean or take off my shoes etc.) and while I'm in the process of getting it looked at, it's been six weeks where I've kind of had to just take it easy. Obviously on days where I have less pain, I will make an effort to do some basics.
Now with this scenario in mind, we have recently accepted an offer for a flat and are supposed to be moving in a couple of weeks. The unexpected new flat and the need to terminate our current contract has meant that we're now looking for tenants to replace us. We've slowly started to make a start on packing our own things into boxes and I've got suitcases out to fill and this is the state the house is in when we're getting people visiting the flat. For the first two people I don't think we'd hoovered in like 2 weeks (I swept the floors quickly to hide the damage) and otherwise we've had more clutter around than usual. Obviously this is just typical when I've spent all year round, every day keeping on top of the little bits of clutter and when I'm sitting around like an old lady, everyone in the world decides to visit and sees how we live in chaos!
Now that wasn't even today. Today was the icing on the cake. I woke up this morning to pray and then eventually went back to bed because I was shattered. I had quite a few things in mind to do which I wanted to wake up early for, so that I could take my time and do them all without being in a stress. Now the first thing that threw me off was that this morning I wanted to check my whatsapp but that version had expired and so I was forced to update it. I usually don't update when I know I have low memory on my phone. Anyway, I updated it but it wouldn't open because... surprise surprise, I didn't have enough memory. So I began deleting what I could off my phone.
I fell asleep and was so shattered that I woke up at 11am. I needed to shower, eat, dry my hair, get ready to leave for my appointment all in 2 hours. Do-able but still a little rushed. After I had showered, I sat in my jogging bottoms and bathrobe trying to delete a bit more off my phone when 5 mins later someone rings the doorbell. It's midday, I'm not dressed, I'm hungry, the bed is not made and the living room looks a mess because the sofa isn't set properly. Anyway, I quickly get dressed and then answer the door, seeing the landlady and the potential new tenant at the door. They request to come in, since the landlady wanted to see what the flat looked like (a quick snoop to see what state it's in) and I'm obviously embarrassed but have no option. I let them in and she seems unfazed by the mess in the living room and sees that clearly we have lots of boxes and suitcases in the hallway. On entering the kitchen I see that the dishes haven't been done (since I am now capable of doing them) and so the kitchen looked less than ideal, but thankfully there was no big "mess" in there. Then they went to the bathroom, which I'd just showered in. And while the landlady seemed not to mind, I died a small death when I realised that I'd left my bras hanging to dry, quite on display. I knew they were dry and was going to put them away once I got dressed but then life happened and the doorbell rang first. I reassured myself by just thinking "at least it's just two ladies here and no guys!"
Soon after the landlady left and then just the tenant-to-be stayed behind to translate what just happened between them (since my German isn't really that good yet). We got speaking about some practicalities of moving out when I realised it was 12:50 and I needed to get to my appointment at 13.20! She left and I quickly dried my hair (sort of) and then got dressed, checked I had what I needed for the appointment and prayed before leaving the house. No time to eat!
I waited for the tram, which took it's time and so I ended up rushing to arrive on time and got there on the minute. Once I'd been checked in for my appointment, I was called into a separate room and told to take off all upper body clothing. and lie down on the bench which had a heated sort of clay on it. I was wrapped into this for 20 minutes and the lady told me in 20 minutes the physiotherapist, Mike, would come in and do some exercises with me. Being someone who covers myself when going outside, having a strange man seeing me pretty much topless and without my headscarf was pretty daunting. Then I was like, "OK, it's for medical purposes, it's going to be OK. But I'll feel awkward and out of place, but I need the help because I can't take the pain any more...". Then Mike eventually did come in and it was a woman!! Thank God, and she's called Maike, which makes all the difference.
I then came home and have tried to get through as many of the things on my list as possible as well as reactivate my whatsapp but it's going slowly. And I thought we had enough to eat today but just saw that there wasn't as much soup as I had thought! Another awkward situation to manage since my hubby is on his way... what a mad day!
