Sibylla Bostoniensis

The bad news first: I seem to have run off the end of my epidural, alas, and am back to being in a lot of pain. My physiatrist's office is being hard to deal with, and Mr B basically laid siege to their phone line to get me an appointment. Turns out, they lost one of their radiologists and now are only able to do epidurals one day a week. The earliest they could get me in is in the third week of August. Eit.

I don't feel I can complain about the timing very much though: between the last shot and now, I had a destination wedding, found a new place to live, and moved, and helped move my spouse, and went away for a week of vacation. Well, mostly moved.

Everything was so precipitous, I mostly focused on moving out; I was not entirely successful at doing everything I needed to do to be able to move in. In particular, I didn't manage to nail down either the rug situation or the flatheaded power strips plugged in behind the bookcases situation. Fixing either of these meant moving a lot of furniture, and moving a lot of furniture meant not unpacking into them. Had I been able to lift things, Mr B and I would have been able to handle it, but I am an absolutely no position to be lifting furniture. So pretty much all the unpacking I have done has been in the kitchen, because Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, and to a lesser extent the bathroom, but that, too, has been thwarted by the fact that I need to find a solution for not having a medicine chest, and my over the toilet cabinet not fitting.

So I have been living out of boxes since the middle of June. Except for the week I was living out of my luggage.

Today, I hired in movers to do all the furniture moving necessary to fix the rugs, deploy the power strips, and install my new headboard. Then we changed the bed linens, and I had a shower. I am now in a world of hurt but omg my room is starting to come together and as soon as I feel like trying to stand I can start unpacking. Maybe in a few days.

Meanwhile, one of the closets I was going to use has been occupied with something we're getting rid of, and that's been scheduled for Friday, so I get to do that unpacking finally as well, too.

Since I'm not too good at walking right now, we're thinking about putting a mini fridge and a microwave in my room, so I can feed myself when Mr B is asleep.

There's more, but I am super tired.

P.S. Oh, right: if anybody has some words of wisdom (or pointers to same) about how to illuminate a garret bedroom, I could use some inspiration. My bedroom has a very effective ceiling light. Too effective: great for finding things I've dropped on the floor, a little too bright for just about anything else. And because I spend a lot of time lying in my bed looking up, overhead lights are rather uncomfortable on the eyes, even when they aren't blinding. But because of the slope of the ceiling and the low walls, floor lamps aren't very compatible with my space, and even desk lamps don't really have any room to exist on most of my furniture. Ideas? The height of the walls where the ceiling meets it is 48" (1.2m).