A new life

The last few weeks have been hard. My family is in the process of moving, which is great, but you know, packing. I currently live in a split level house (which basically means there are technically two stories, but there are about four different levels to the house. So here, I can get winded trying to get lunch. We're moving to a single level house, so maybe I can get something to eat without feeling 100 years old. Also, currently we live onto of a HUGE hill. Which means I can't even walk my dogs. So, we pack. That also means I'm really tired and stressed which means I'm not sleeping, my tachycardia is going insane, and so is my pain. At the same time, I feel guilty that I don't feel good. I feel guilty that I can't stay up til all hours to pack or even to help. It's almost midnight right now, and while I'm in bed, writing this, my mother who has to get up at 6:30 to go to work is still up, packing and washing dishes. It's seven days until we close escrow and we move. I can only hope that it will all be better soon.