Most of my life is currently sitting in boxes and other assorted containers in my living room.
Flanks are still a bit tender and the doc has no good answer for me yet. She's still waiting for bloodwork to come back. So for now her instructions are that I not overexert or strain myself. Easy for her to say. She isn't moving 99% of her stuff to a new metro area in two days. Thankfully I have some wonderful friends who've offered to help me with the actual moving and lifting. But not the packing- I'm enough of a control freak to feel the need to do this myself. For some reason the idea of someone else packing things for me seems kind of odd. At least to me.