I hate dust.
I have to buy a respirator; well I have to buy one if I want my house to be truly clean. Ugh! My husband and I started cleaning our room yesterday and moved some furniture around. The amount of dust everywhere was awful. It made me sick…literally sick. I couldn’t breathe and had to break out my inhaler about 3 times. I went to work in the evening and still couldn’t breathe which made it hard to move. When I got home I loaded up on the meds and finally had some easiness in my chest but my nose is totally stopped up which makes for difficult sleeping. Now I am awake after only about 4 hours of sleep, still unable to breathe through my nose, which will make for a difficult day.
I always get sick when I dust thus I don’t dust if I can help it. The dust piles up because no one else around here cares about dusting the house and unfortunately I cannot afford a maid. I want a clean house– no one around here cares about that either. Not to mention the fact that what my husband and stepson consider clean is not truly clean. If I want a clean house, a dusted house, not one without dust kitties under the bed and shelves on which you can write notes in the dust with your finger, I have to be able to clean it myself. But I do not want to get terribly sick every time I clean. Sick of being sick. But I want things, one of those things being a lovely clean house, and I have to think of ways to bring what I want into reality. So I need a respirator…or a maid…or both.
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