A post about cleaning. No, seriously. Cleaning.
Six months ago if it had taken me most of the day to clean the living room and hoover the hallway I’d be a little bit worried. Also at that time if I had thought that activity blog-worthy I’d have been even more worried. In fact I feel a weird sense of pride in myself today because I managed to do it without (serious) injury. Feels really weird saying that but I guess I am really appreciating those small achievements at the moment. O.o
Holly has been a bit sad this week, and I decided that today while she was at work I would try my best to get the living room and hallway looking nice and clean as a surprise when she gets home. To be truthful I really wanted to do the kitchen and bathroom as well, but I decided that those two were a really bad idea mostly because a) sharp/hard edges and b) really can’t use any sort of cleaning products at the moment because of the amount of tics where I do throwing motions or hit myself.
I’m not going to go into a blow by blow (because that would be very, very boring) but I will say that cleaning while having trouble with very violent motor tics definitely has it’s dangers. My hands and knees hurt like hell and I think it’s going to take a few days for my ankles and back to recover, but I feel really good! It’s nice to be sat at a clean, dust and clutter free desk and for the only thing covering the floor to be the furniture. I think that I may have needed a little positive boost at the moment, the room wasn’t a hellhole before but where I’ve been down I haven’t been bothering to tidy up the little things (and as everyone knows the little things build up pretty quickly).
At one point I almost fell out of the window. I think this would have gone down as “death by misadventure” or whatever terminology they use for when people accidentally off themselves by being really dumb. I had to prop myself up to shake the duster out of the window and dropped it onto the roof outside* (we live on a third floor flat inside the roof, so outside the window is a tiled roof). I eventually ended up propped up on my knees on the radiator and leaning out of the window to reach it… without thinking about the risks. Then I ticced and almost squeezed myself out of the window in the process! But I got the duster back so all is good I suppose, although I think I might get a slap if Holly reads this for being an idiot!
Also as a result of the jabbing movements and general arm-tics I felt like I was wielding a weapon of war when I was using the hoover. I was hitting things as I hoovered and there are a few chips and nicks in the skirting boards now. But that’s fine too because I hoovered up the bits at the same time so that sort of evens out in my mind! War on dirt won! Well, OK, battle on dirt. Battle on dirt won! I think the war is ongoing.
But it’s done now, and hopefully the surprise will be well recieved. I’m going to stop typing now because a large part of my psyche is rebelling against the fact that I just typed several paragraphs about cleaning. Argh!
*This is actually the second time that I have almost fallen out of a window in this flat. The first time was a year or so ago in the bedroom where we have a diagonal skylight. Holly awoke to find me sleepwalking, stood on the bed and trying to climb out of the window. I have no memory up until I got grabbed by the waist and pulled back in by her!