This is not my forte. I was raised by pack rats and I have genes from both sides. My OCD tendencies are confined to patient charts and keeping shoes in their original shoe boxes. Otherwise my house is piler pack rat. Piler, not filer. Filing is boring. My office managers have to be Queen Filers to keep me in line. Both of them were, too.
Cleaning out the clinic was difficult. I found stuff I didn’t know I had, of course. What to do with the metal speculums? Keep for posterity or in case we run out of oil? I don’t actually know where the speculums went, they went off with a friend who is helping.
In retrospect, I think my mother would have made paper mache ducks with speculums as beaks and wish I’d kept one. Ah, well.
Someone bought the weird shelves. The microwave’s owner picked it up. We had three printers running at any one time except when one would die and we’d only have two. This printer went home with me. New and old computers went home with me because one has to wreck the hard drive because HIPAA. My house currently looks like a computer/printer/scanner/file cabinet graveyard. It’s annoying.
Besides this messy room, there are also 8-10 more boxes of stuff moved down to the basement. I have to keep patient charts for ten years or until they are 21 for minors. I have paid a company Big Bucks to take that over. I have to keep business records for 7-10 years depending on if it’s state or feds.
Well, I’ll sort it before I’m dead, or else my kids will.