MOVING - 1

Haya~

Well, I did it.
I moved out of my crappy 3rd floor apartment (it was good for a time being, but the landlords began to SUCK as soon as they notified me with their condo conversion letter. I hope the renovation is a long and painful process for them!) - to a brand new beautiful 3rd floor apartment.

As my mom mentioned:
I don't know how a place like this fell on my hand. It truly was the grace of God. Honestly. I was about to be conned for $1200.00 - but I was dramatically saved from such event and got to sign a lease for the fantastic apartment. The work, however, was not fun AT ALL~~

My poor mother, who labored hard for me during the 3 days she was with me, was cleaning and ironing the WHOLE time she was there. I feel terribly guilty about it. We were both over worked and exhausted by the end of Sunday night when the movers dropped off the last box on to my brand new finished floor at my new place. Talk about PAIN.

For the first time in my life - the word 'painkiller" sounded like love songs. Thanks to my mom - I was introduced to Vykadine. She’s always well stocked with the prescription painkillers that Paris Hilton would heel over (she doesn't like to take them a lot, so whenever she gets them for surgeries or whatever...she keeps them "just in case"). What a heavenly things they are...
Although I was really uncomfortable - I don't do well with heavy drugs - it was one of the best things I've ever taken for pain.

My pain and agony was gone the minute I felt the medicine in my system. I slept like a baby. I haven't slept like that...well, since I was a baby I think.