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I had expected to find my birth certificate and college diploma in one of the boxes I went through some weeks ago, and hadn't. Email with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rysmiel reminded me of this, and of the general ongoing decluttering (I'm still cluttered by rysmiel's standards, but they're offering useful encouragement from a distance such that the mess is not irritating them). I mentioned it to cattitude, who reminded me of where some other boxes are. I also remembered the ancient filing cabinet in the bedroom, and decided to look there.
First, I got rid of a few obviously-unneeded things, like an ancient pad of newsprint paper for sketching, and a letter-size binder with tabs for every letter of the alphabet, and no actual content.
In the next drawer I looked in, I found an envelope labeled "Vicki birth certificates." There they are, the originals from the hospital (somewhere, there's a certified copy from the Board of Health from sometime in the 1980s). It also contains an infant vaccination record.
I was vaccinated for polio using both vaccines, a total of six doses. I have also been vaccinated against smallpox. And measles, DPT, and whatever was on later pages: I'm just startled that I got both polio vaccines. Not knowing where that paper was, I was revaccinated for measles in 1984 when it went around the dorms, butadrian_turtle says she was told in 1982 that the old vaccine didn't give lasting immunity, so it may be just as well.
I am not in a good state of mind for purging things. With the first bag of stuff, as I was about to throw it away, I brought it back into the apartment, put it down, and confirmed that I had not somehow put the important papers there instead of in the trash. With the second, I decided that no, I wasn't prepared to throw away mailings of an apa just because I had thrown away other mailings of the same apa that had been in a box,and removed half of what was in the bag. So, I will do no further decluttering tonight, though I am willing and able to tell Cattitude that I don't want an old, possibly broken, large clicky keyboard, or an extremely right-handed trackball.
rysmiel reminded me of this, and of the general ongoing decluttering (I'm still cluttered by rysmiel's standards, but they're offering useful encouragement from a distance such that the mess is not irritating them). I mentioned it to cattitude, who reminded me of where some other boxes are. I also remembered the ancient filing cabinet in the bedroom, and decided to look there.First, I got rid of a few obviously-unneeded things, like an ancient pad of newsprint paper for sketching, and a letter-size binder with tabs for every letter of the alphabet, and no actual content.
In the next drawer I looked in, I found an envelope labeled "Vicki birth certificates." There they are, the originals from the hospital (somewhere, there's a certified copy from the Board of Health from sometime in the 1980s). It also contains an infant vaccination record.
I was vaccinated for polio using both vaccines, a total of six doses. I have also been vaccinated against smallpox. And measles, DPT, and whatever was on later pages: I'm just startled that I got both polio vaccines. Not knowing where that paper was, I was revaccinated for measles in 1984 when it went around the dorms, but
adrian_turtle says she was told in 1982 that the old vaccine didn't give lasting immunity, so it may be just as well. I am not in a good state of mind for purging things. With the first bag of stuff, as I was about to throw it away, I brought it back into the apartment, put it down, and confirmed that I had not somehow put the important papers there instead of in the trash. With the second, I decided that no, I wasn't prepared to throw away mailings of an apa just because I had thrown away other mailings of the same apa that had been in a box,and removed half of what was in the bag. So, I will do no further decluttering tonight, though I am willing and able to tell Cattitude that I don't want an old, possibly broken, large clicky keyboard, or an extremely right-handed trackball.
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