Kicked to the Curb

So a couple of days I was pondering my messy house, thinking of how I desperately needed to catch up on dishes, laundry, etc. when something caught my eye on top of my dryer. I have a little set of plastic drawers that I bought a couple of years ago to help myself stay organized. I had a system: the most urgent mail in the top drawer (like bills that are due), less urgent mail (maybe a magazine that I want to look at) and then in the bottom drawer, stuff to be filed away.

Yeah, I know. Not very scientific, but it worked for me. At least at first. But slowly, all the drawers began to fill with medical bills & receipts, surgery papers, aftercare instructions & medical records. The drawers were so full that I could barely stuff another piece of paper in them!

So a couple of days ago I realized how much I really dislike seeing all those papers protruding from the drawers every single time I do laundry, reminding me of doctors visits & miscarriages.

And that's when I decided...

It's got to GO!!!

I started pulling those papers from the drawers, separating anything useful into one pile and all the rest into the biggest pile doomed for the shredder.

I'm happy to say that every single medical record is gone!!! I'll no longer sit and mull over those papers or be reminded of them every time I throw a load in the dryer.

My husband asked me, "Why did you do that?? Won't you need those?"

Nope. I'll never need them again. I've already decided that my RPL specialist in Memphis is the last doctor I'm going to for treatment. He already has all the records, and there's no sense in keeping them.

And you know what?

I feel so free!!!! :)

And the funnest part was when Big Guy & I dumped the shreds out, tossed them in the air and threw them into each others' hair!!! :)