A Series of Unfortunate Events

Moving 613 miles away is very difficult. Let's begin, we left Antioch around 10 am significant other, kids, cats and crap in tow. (The cats in crates for two days is an entirely separate blog). We would drive half-way the first day, ending in Medford. Our first stop brought us to Redding for a late lunch and swim with my dear Aunt Rita, Uncle Allen and Renee (thanks for the reprieve). We left for our final destination that day around 3:30 pm and the trip up the I-5 was pretty uneventful, just slow going, yes we drove 55 the whole way, it's amazing what an extra 25 miles per hour will do for you! We make it to Medford around 8 and we are exhausted and ready to sleep in our Komfy Kabin kompliments of the KOA. As I begin looking for the blankets, which I set aside a day earlier with this overnight stay in mind, I realize there are no blankets to be found albeit one handkerchief sized one (apparently I was prepared to keep a very small person warm if one was to be found along the way???!!!) Luckily a dismal situation is no problem for me, Johnathan and I have cal-king sized pillows with cal-king sized pillow cases which double as sleeping bags for kids in a pinch! I'm not kidding. While Johnathan and I fight all night for the little person blanket. We didn't sleep long and we were on the road by 6 am. A quick bite to eat and Beaverton is in our sights just 5 hours to go...... Fast forward to moving in... that same day about 2 pm... after very little sleep and a very long drive (did I mention I have two cats in crates??) we get to move in upstairs, three flights of stairs. Well, how can I say this without offending you, IT WAS HELL!!!!!!! We kind of finished around 11pm, and the last two heavy things were not coming up stairs that night, yes, we really need an extra freezer and bookshelf. Much to Johnathan's chagrin we couldn't park the moving van and trailer in our tiny apartment parking lot. So he parks it at a Safeway parking lot (yeah Safeway), and afraid the car trailer will get stolen, walks back to the Safeway parking lot to sleep in the cab of the moving van. Although he brings an adult size blanket and pillow with it's case for a much more comfortable sleeping experience. Okay, okay I know it doesn't sound that unfortunate, until last night after unpacking for five days my asthma decides to kick into high gear and my breathing is so shallow I can't even speak I also try to tell Johnathan I'm dying for real. Johnathan calls 911 (he loves me what can I say) has me picked up by an ambulance oh yeah and 3 firefighters have to carry me down the aforementioned stairs in a modified hammock seat. We spend 4 hours in the emergency room so I can breathe again, during which a highly agitated shroom user is getting restrained and sharing his philosophies of truth of relativity next door, (it's nice to know where your local hospital is though). Well, it is Tuesday morning and I am all hopped up on steroids and 25 breathing treatments (okay, 4 but who's counting). I figured I better blog this out now, there's no telling what will happen over the course of the week. Lots of love to you all!

Love, Me

P.S. Pictures to follow, that just isn't happening today!