Moving a couch

Hello Friend and Hello World!

I'm extra happy today because I'm getting my new futon delivered. It's going to be tricky, because it's getting delivered during my working hours so I'll have to somehow managed to sneak out of work and open my apartment for the delivery people and then sneak back into work, all while not getting too behind on patient care. And of course, my schedule is BOOKED today so that's going to be tough. We'll see how it all pans out. But I'm excited because I'm going to be sleeping more comfortably tonight! Well....if all goes well and it gets delivered lol.

I spent 2+ hours yesterday trying to move my 200lbs couch into my bedroom. Since I'm getting the new futon, I wanted to move my current couch somewhere else so there's room for the futon. It was SO DIFFICULT. I told my BF that it's probably one of the most difficult things I've ever done and he just said "wow, that just means you've had an easy life." I'm not saying that I haven't had a relatively easy life, but seriously, that was some difficult stuff. It's a couch that has a pull out bed, so you can't really flip it around because the pull out bed falls out. And it did fall out on me SEVERAL times and I had to try to maneuver it around and somehow push it back in. It was so heavy and I'm so weak. I dropped the couch a couple of times and it felt like an earthquake. Since I live on the second floor, I'm really surprised the people below me didn't come up and complain. I actually did want someone to knock on my door and complain, then perhaps they could come in and help me move the couch. Several times when I got stuck in the hallway and I couldn't move the couch any further and it was stuck at the bedroom door, I really considered going to home depot and hiring one of those squatting workers to help me move it. Either that or ask my neighbors. I know this one guy that lives across from me downstairs and he's so nice. I've spoken to him a few times and every time he catches me with a lot of groceries or things to carry he always offers to help. I'm sure he would have helped me move the couch. But ending up, I didn't ask anyone, it just took a buttload of time, but I didn't ask anyone and I managed to get the couch into the room. My arms feel like jelly and I'm pretty sure I'm not going to move the couch anywhere. Not even when I leave. The apartment can have all this furniture. I don't want to move furniture ever again. That was a pretty traumatic experience. Maybe my BF is right...my life is too easy to things like this seem climbing Mt. Everst to me. Well, to be fair, it was like 200lbs and I had to move it all by myself. And my hallway is very narrow and so is the door so I had to tip the couch in weird angles to get it to fit into the doorway and I had to do this ALL by myself. I can't over emphasize this more. I think I pulled something in my hip and knee. They both hurt today.

I just realized Sally's baby was due yesterday. I wonder if she gave birth. I would think she would send me a picture or announce it on FB if she did give birth. But then again, if I gave birth, I'd probably be tired out of my mind. That would not be the first thing I'd do, I'd probably eat or sleep or dose myself up on pain meds. LoL.

So I don't remember if I explained why I got in a big fight with my BF and we almost broke up. It was because I was rushing to get married and he wanted to take his time and it's always the same stuff I think. I'm always trying to accelerate our relationship and he's always taking his time. We are never on the same page about these things. It really frustrates me because this links back to when we were in grad school and he's always trying to get out of being in a relationship and I'm always pushing for a relationship. And now that we are on the same page about being in a relationship, I want to take things further and get married and he wants to take his time. Ugh, it brings back all the memories/frustrations/hurt from grad school when he does this. Just reminds me of how not committed he is. I don't want to say this, but I feel like i'm jealous of this job. His job get so much attention and he's so committed to it. If he just put half his attention that he puts towards his job to me, then I'd be SOO HAPPY. SO HAPPY. Not sitting here, moping and complaining about his lack of commitment.

I can't believe even though I wore glasses, grapefruit juice squirted into my eye. It burned like crazy for a while. I knew what I should have done, I should have went to wash it out but I didn't, I was too lazy. And my arms hurt. I have so many excuses. So I just sat there and let it burn until it went away. Then I texted you and told you about it when my injured eye closed. Sometimes I feel like I'm such a retard. Can't believe it somehow managed to go between my glasses. I didn't even find any fruit juice on my lenses, so it really just went straight for my eye. Terrible.