StrokeXYZ

Drowning in Paperwork

Medical emergencies suck, not only because of the additional stress, potentially debilitating side effects, and hospital stays, but the paperwork. OH MY GOODNESS, THE PAPERWORK.

I’m in the process of re-organizing our file cabinet, because nothing is actually filed… When Mike had his stroke, I had about a million things to do, and organizing paperwork was the last thing on my mind. So, every scrap of paper that I’ve managed to collect over the last year has been piled together and stashed in various places around the house. On my more productive days, the smaller piles are shoved haphazardly into the bottom file drawer, but I haven’t done any real organizing in well over a year.

And that makes it really hard to find stuff.

So, I recommitted myself to get organized (CLEAN ALL THINGS! …Anyone?) and this is what my bedroom floor ended up looking like last night:

That’s less than a third of what I had to work with. And it’s all Mike’s stuff.

I have successfully organized and filed away almost everything (!) but I am totally burned out and can’t bring myself to finish the last few stacks. So, I’ll be shoving them back in the bottom drawer to be dealt with at a later date.

At least I got something done, right?