Living in Triage

In hospital emergency rooms, in ambulances, on the battlefield…decisions are made as to how to treat the wounded. Triage. From the French word for sift, separate, select. It’s how care providers determine who will get what sort of treatment. If a patient is likely to die no matter what course of action is taken, or likely to live no matter what course of action is taken, then their treatment will typically be put on the back burner in order for providers to focus on patients for whom immediate care will hopefully have a good outcome.

I often remark to people that we feel like we’re constantly living in triage. I feel constantly disorganized, behind the 8 ball. Like we’re just putting band-aids on gaping wounds…band-aid after band-aid after band-aid as it bleeds through. There are boxes we’ve never unpacked from when we moved here nearly 5 years ago. Our dining room shelves? Fuggedaboudit. They’ll get cleared off, but then when one of the boys has a toy taken away from them, up it goes on the shelves…and then another toy, and another, and then things get lost or everything comes tumbling down, etc.

And then…there’s the garage.


Ugh. I feel gross just looking at that picture.

The garage has become…a nightmare. Things get literally flung out there. Cardboard recycling, chicken food, lawn equipment, toys, bikes, etc. And because the garage is full (or at least too disorganized to be able to tackle…because of the whole triage thing), the house fills up because we don’t have anywhere to put things, etc.

Which brings me to…THE SHED. The (hopefully) life-changing, glorious shed. The shed is the starting point for this summer’s theme, TAKE NO PRISONERS!!!!!!!!!! Pooling some birthday money, we bought a shed kit and with the help of some friends over the last week, we are almost done putting it up! I have high hopes for what it could mean for us. We can get things out of the garage, which means we can organize and make better use of our space overall, which means less stress, etc. I know it might seem like a small thing–just a shed, after all–but it has already jump-started the cleaning, purging, and organizing that is helping me feel more in control…in a life where there seems to be precious little.

Here are some pictures of our adventures so far:

The backyard before:


The shed kit in our neighbor’s trailer: Amazing that it fits in something so small!


Laying down the platform to keep it off the ground (since our backyard gets squishy with lots of rain:


The end of day 1! The floor done and about half the walls done.


Day 2, getting up all the walls:


Walls, doors, and roof all up!


End of day 2!:


Day 3: Starting to get the roof on, working on the workbench and shelves inside:



End of day 4: Almost done! Just painting left to do!


We’ve already started moving some things out into the shed…which inspired me to get the recycling out to the plant and put some items for sale on the internet. Which inspired me to start gathering up the boys’ older books and toys to donate to Goodwill, clothes to donate that I haven’t worn in awhile, etc.

It might be “just” a shed, but I feel like it’s going to get us out of triage…that this immediate care will provide a positive outcome. It will provide us the opportunity to do more than just put band-aids on these areas of our life that cause us so much stress; we will finally be able to do surgery, move to the ICU, then rehab and recovery.

**We are so grateful to the friends and family that have helped make the shed project possible!**


2 thoughts on “Living in Triage

  1. FYI, if the whole sleeping in their own beds doesn’t work out, you and Tim could just let the boys have the run of the house and put a bed in the shed. It’s ginormous!

  2. Pingback: Moving to ICU | The Heart Divide

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