Well, I am still alive. Stayed with my friend Nancy for five weeks whilst this apartment was being renovated. Dora decided to get the kitchen completed and patchwork the bathroom. I decided to move on out. So, I moved back in to pack up to move out, the 30th of April.
Heard from so many people that whilst staying with Nancy's that I should see a significant change in health. Nope. Still had the tingles and the jolts with me. The rheumatologist said that there is no connection for radon and neuropathy. And with my body being declared clear of mold, that's another reason ruled out.
I have three weeks, now two weeks to pack up and move. It is frustrating this fatigue factor. I can only pack so much before I am whooped, my legs do not want to stand any more. So, it is a slow and depressing process. Hoping to be able to recruit some friends to help me move out. I know I won't be able to do it on my own.
And that's where I feel right now. On my own. With the fatigue and the aches and stuff, most folk have simply given up on asking me to join them in doing any thing. Oh well.
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