My Living Quarter

The last room room off the hallway was the living room. It was where I spent all of my time. There was not much accessible space in that room, not because of hoard and piles of items, but because of new furniture.  The haul guys that took my fridge and stove also took my old living room furniture. I had my couch and love seat removed because I heard mice in them. My cat reaffirmed this as she would sit and cock her head while looking at the couch for long periods of time.  I cleared out the living room by shuffling all the items into the other rooms in the house and closed the door  so it was presentable had room for the delivery of my new furnature.

My brand new furniture was delivered;  a new couch and love seat that looked like it was from the 50's with curved arm rests, a swivel rocking chair and a three piece coffee table set as well as a dining room table with a matching side board.  It was  placed along the long walls of the living room. This resulted in stacks of large packaged boxes that left a thin walkway to the television.   The only piece of furniture I set up was  the swivel rocking chair which I placed in a remaining space just inside the doorway fron the hall. where I could see the television.

The new furniture  remained packaged and unmoved  for a couple of years. I managed to set up my new computer that I bought from benefits I received from my last job on a portable table beside my swivel rocking chair. Gradually, the floor space that was not covered by the new furniture was filled up with garbage bags filled with fast food packaging.

My tv was in disrepair and I could not fix it and of course I would not let anyone in to fix it. Because watching TV was my only activity while I was at home, I drank more to numb the condition of my home.  Alcohol was the easiest way of surviving in it.

Over time the swivel rocking chair broke down. The metal framework split at the soldered joints
which left the one piece upholstered seat and back cushion flat on the floor. It was uncomfortable due to the metal frame pieces which remained under the cushion but I learned where the soft spots were.

Just before I was removed from my house by my sisters and taken to the hospital due to my physical condition,  I layed on that cushion on the floor watching mice travel their pathways through the living room. They would crawl to the top of the television antenna, run up the curtains to sit on the curtain
rods, run through the maze spaces between the packaged furnature and in the garbage bags. One day I played dare devel with one. It was in a box and would duck into the box every time I looked at it. It's face looked very cute I thought.

My physical condition was such that I had diffulcty rising to stand from the cushion on the floor and
once I was up I couldn't walk. To get to the bathroom I had to roll on the floor and crawl to the bathroom. Often I could not control my bladder and I voided on the cushion. I took news paper and layed it on the cushion to protect it from my bladder accidents.

Now that I have completed the description of the condition of my house, I want to describe in the next blog, the physical condition of my body and the disabilities I sufferred as a result.