A/N: Pictures are up on the blog
My brother came over today. He's really the only one who'll still dare to enter my house anymore…I guess he figures that he's tough enough to handle a slap chop attack should another one or something similar occur.
I don't know if it's because I was lonely or just plain bored, but I guess the house has gotten worse since he last came to visit.
He finally said it out loud…he said that I was a hoarder.
Well, if I'm truly honest, Emmett's exact words were "Edward, I gotta tell you, this looks like a Home Shopping Network, Target, As Seen On TV, craft store explosion. You need help dude, your hoarding is really getting out of control."
I tried to brush his comment off, tried to convince myself that I wasn't a hoarder; that I just liked to spend my money a bit freely. But after he left and I tried to make my way to the kitchen…I tripped over the stack of three dozen shamwow's I had purchased a month ago when I realized I couldn't find where my original order of a dozen went. My ankle was at a bit of an odd angle when I sat up, and I had to call Emmett to come back and help me get to the hospital.
After the doctor confirmed my broken ankle and sent me off to orthopedics to have it set and casted, Emmett came in to my room, with Mom and Dad with him.
They staged an intervention…told me they would cut me off from access to tv, internet, credit cards and phone unless it was work related until I agreed to get help.
Mom was convinced I was going to die in my home, crushed under a pile of Instahangs and Lint Lizards. I'm not sure how much the morphine had to do with my decision, but I did realize that Mom was right…the Shamwows almost did me in today, and I did not want my obituary to read "Edward Cullen died yesterday. He was found smothered under a pile of Sobakawa pillows."
So I agreed to get help.
Dad promised to use his connections to find me a good psychologist and a professional organizer.
By the time I was discharged from the hospital, he had the names for me, a psychologist named Dr. Alice Brandon and a professional organizer named Isabella Swan.
A/N: Ch 3 will post tomorrow.