It’s been a crazy couple of weeks. Nothing major; just a lot of little irritants piled on top of each other. After talking it over with the Bank of Mom, I quit my job and gave my car to my son. They’re alternating taking me where I need to go.
Anyway, we’ve been on the run constantly with various doctors’ appointments. They're still running tests on me, and my last CBC had several red flags. Mum and I both wound up with colds that turned into a mild flu, then she tripped over my dog and strained her knee. I’ve been worn out for days and struggling to function. My cognition has been far below normal, and I’ve been having trouble with verbal communication.
My daughter and her roommate had offered to clean my floors before Thanksgiving, and they Skyped me at midnight to say that they were coming today AND needed gas money. Did I mention the part where I quit my job 2 weeks ago and am beyond broke? Of course I didn’t get this message until this morning.
I had the brilliant idea yesterday to use our local big box store’s grocery pickup program. Son lives nearby, while I’m almost 30 minutes away. I thought it would be an easy way to get groceries without running him all over the country or wearing myself out. They messed the order up so badly that we had to go back today to get the missing items and the numerous ones that were “out of stock” yesterday.
Today is also the day that Son was taking me to pick up my CPAP. My doctor had told me that the supplier would bring it to my house and set it up for me, so it was a bit of a shock to set the appointment and then learn that I had to go to their warehouse and get it myself.
So, Mum offered to come over and entertain the dog while the girls worked. All they were supposed to do was sweep and mop the floors and carry a couple heavy boxes downstairs. When I finally got home several hours later, I didn’t recognize the place.
I do appreciate the effort they put into it, but it’s going to take me days to reorganize my cupboards so that I can find and reach the foods I use. They took every food item they could find and just stuffed them behind closed doors “so the kitchen looks neater”. I found chips wedged on top of my dinner plates, and I'm going to have to crawl around on the floor to find the canned goods I got yesterday.
I had a box of newspaper to use as back-up pee pads for the dog, as well as starting the woodstove in the cellar if the power goes out. They threw it all away. I don’t read the newspaper, so it’s going to take forever to build that supply back up. I’m also nearly out of real pee pads, and I can’t afford to buy more right now.
My stack of dirty clothes was mixed in with the clean ones I hadn’t put away, so I now have double the laundry to do this week. I also found several of my good blankets on the cellar floor where it floods after every rain. Add 2 more loads of laundry.
The paint cans that I need to use upstairs were moved into the cellar, so if I have a day when I feel good enough to paint for a bit, I’m going to have to tackle 2 flights of stairs twice to do it. My paid bills have been mixed with the unpaid ones, and I found my checkbook in a skillet. The random medical notes I wrote on the backs of envelopes have disappeared.
The icing on the cake was that they moved my furniture around. I have spent years now learning the best way to arrange things so that I have something to hang onto when I walk, and they completely eliminated that so I "won’t hit something" if I fall. I asked them to put it all back.
I tried explaining why things had been placed the way they were, but now Mum and Daughter are mad at me. I’ve hurt their feelings when they were trying to help, and I don’t know whether to sit down and cry or jump up and pound on something.
Anyway, we’ve been on the run constantly with various doctors’ appointments. They're still running tests on me, and my last CBC had several red flags. Mum and I both wound up with colds that turned into a mild flu, then she tripped over my dog and strained her knee. I’ve been worn out for days and struggling to function. My cognition has been far below normal, and I’ve been having trouble with verbal communication.
My daughter and her roommate had offered to clean my floors before Thanksgiving, and they Skyped me at midnight to say that they were coming today AND needed gas money. Did I mention the part where I quit my job 2 weeks ago and am beyond broke? Of course I didn’t get this message until this morning.
I had the brilliant idea yesterday to use our local big box store’s grocery pickup program. Son lives nearby, while I’m almost 30 minutes away. I thought it would be an easy way to get groceries without running him all over the country or wearing myself out. They messed the order up so badly that we had to go back today to get the missing items and the numerous ones that were “out of stock” yesterday.
Today is also the day that Son was taking me to pick up my CPAP. My doctor had told me that the supplier would bring it to my house and set it up for me, so it was a bit of a shock to set the appointment and then learn that I had to go to their warehouse and get it myself.
So, Mum offered to come over and entertain the dog while the girls worked. All they were supposed to do was sweep and mop the floors and carry a couple heavy boxes downstairs. When I finally got home several hours later, I didn’t recognize the place.
I do appreciate the effort they put into it, but it’s going to take me days to reorganize my cupboards so that I can find and reach the foods I use. They took every food item they could find and just stuffed them behind closed doors “so the kitchen looks neater”. I found chips wedged on top of my dinner plates, and I'm going to have to crawl around on the floor to find the canned goods I got yesterday.
I had a box of newspaper to use as back-up pee pads for the dog, as well as starting the woodstove in the cellar if the power goes out. They threw it all away. I don’t read the newspaper, so it’s going to take forever to build that supply back up. I’m also nearly out of real pee pads, and I can’t afford to buy more right now.
My stack of dirty clothes was mixed in with the clean ones I hadn’t put away, so I now have double the laundry to do this week. I also found several of my good blankets on the cellar floor where it floods after every rain. Add 2 more loads of laundry.
The paint cans that I need to use upstairs were moved into the cellar, so if I have a day when I feel good enough to paint for a bit, I’m going to have to tackle 2 flights of stairs twice to do it. My paid bills have been mixed with the unpaid ones, and I found my checkbook in a skillet. The random medical notes I wrote on the backs of envelopes have disappeared.
The icing on the cake was that they moved my furniture around. I have spent years now learning the best way to arrange things so that I have something to hang onto when I walk, and they completely eliminated that so I "won’t hit something" if I fall. I asked them to put it all back.
I tried explaining why things had been placed the way they were, but now Mum and Daughter are mad at me. I’ve hurt their feelings when they were trying to help, and I don’t know whether to sit down and cry or jump up and pound on something.
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