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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on May 1, 2014 18:30:40 GMT -5
I am starting my quest for a house in Norwich. #xfingers# the funding may or may not happen, but I get to go poke houses looking for one that is Best now Fingers, toes, tentacles and all other appendages crossed for you, Becca!
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Post by Queen E on May 1, 2014 18:41:13 GMT -5
OK, I don't know how many of you guys still watch SPN, but my undergrad campus is on the episode that aired last night. Mind you, they call it "North Chicago University," but it's Loyola...even down to "Dumbach Hall" where I had most of my Lit classes...
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on May 2, 2014 13:36:32 GMT -5
Hello, it's been a week and a half and today will be a day and a half, I'm still alive, I love you all.
Julia, I needed the sleep that I took but also needed those two hours to work in
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on May 4, 2014 14:39:44 GMT -5
Paul and I drove halfway to Vista yesterday to meet my BiL for a summit on Aged Mum's finances.
It's pretty dire; she's only got enough money left for a couple more months of care. So we need to start looking for alternative housing for her, like, now. Guess who gets to tell my mother that it's time to sell the house she's lived in for fifty years? She'll be calling tomorrow afternoon, and I have no idea how to broach the subject. Whimper...
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Post by beccaelizabeth on May 4, 2014 18:44:16 GMT -5
#grouphug#
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on May 5, 2014 18:57:24 GMT -5
I broke the bad news to my mom this afternoon. I'm not sure if she really understood, if she's going to pretend she didn't hear me/I didn't say it, or if I was just confirming what she expected. I'm not going to bring the subject up again unless she does first, but I did say we'd talk more about it when we're there on Sunday. Happy Mothers' Day.
My stomach hurts.
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Post by beccaelizabeth on May 5, 2014 20:13:09 GMT -5
more #grouphug# real life is hard
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on May 5, 2014 20:42:19 GMT -5
I broke the bad news to my mom this afternoon. I'm not sure if she really understood, if she's going to pretend she didn't hear me/I didn't say it, or if I was just confirming what she expected. I'm not going to bring the subject up again unless she does first, but I did say we'd talk more about it when we're there on Sunday. Happy Mothers' Day. My stomach hurts. *lots o' hugs*
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Post by SpringSummers on May 5, 2014 22:05:31 GMT -5
I broke the bad news to my mom this afternoon. I'm not sure if she really understood, if she's going to pretend she didn't hear me/I didn't say it, or if I was just confirming what she expected. I'm not going to bring the subject up again unless she does first, but I did say we'd talk more about it when we're there on Sunday. Happy Mothers' Day. My stomach hurts. Sorry to hear this, Anne. My sis and I went through this when Mom's Parkinson's got bad and she had to sell the house and move. It was hard for her, but ultimately, it was a relief for her too. She did not take it nearly as hard as I was worried she might.
Good luck with all this.
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Post by SpringSummers on May 5, 2014 22:06:15 GMT -5
I am starting my quest for a house in Norwich. #xfingers# the funding may or may not happen, but I get to go poke houses looking for one that is Best now Fingers, toes, tentacles and all other appendages crossed for you, Becca! Ditto, becca. Let us know how it goes.
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Post by SpringSummers on May 5, 2014 22:07:18 GMT -5
Oy, again. Suffice it to say I've spent most of my time in the last 2 days dealing with one patient (well, pregnant patient>mom&newborn). OB Peds often feels like being thrown into a middle of a war, but today it feels like I'm in a bombed out post apocalyptic landscape that's the result of a war between multiple factions. Only 1ish patient and I feel completely exhausted. Sounds really stressful.
Hope you managed to get some rest.
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Post by SpringSummers on May 5, 2014 22:07:41 GMT -5
Erin:
Any progress on the Admin thread thing?
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on May 6, 2014 9:45:44 GMT -5
Thanks, EveryS'cubie.
The worst thing about moving my mom will probably be finding a home for her cat. He's a lovely boy (neutered), but he would never get along with my elderly lady cats, let alone the rest of the cats in the neighborhood. I mean, yes, she's got Parkinson's, yes, she's barely mobile, but those are pretty much standard elderly issues. Master Frisky, though, he'll need special handling.
The next worst thing will be all the stuff she's got, books, antique furniture, all the bits and pieces she and my dad collected over the years. If necessary, Paul and I are ready to offer to pay for storage space, to give us all time to deal with the more important items, like heirlooms.
Well, that'll wait until Sunday. I'm going to try not to think about any of that until later, because there's nothing I can do anyway. I had nightmares last night about trying to fit my mom into our little house, most of which seemed to come down to my sharing a bedroom with her, which of course made me her caregiver.
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Post by Spaced Out Looney on May 6, 2014 20:17:12 GMT -5
Oy, again. Suffice it to say I've spent most of my time in the last 2 days dealing with one patient (well, pregnant patient>mom&newborn). OB Peds often feels like being thrown into a middle of a war, but today it feels like I'm in a bombed out post apocalyptic landscape that's the result of a war between multiple factions. Only 1ish patient and I feel completely exhausted. Sounds really stressful.
Hope you managed to get some rest.
Hmm, well the I had this class on thursday and friday that was really interesting and I kept falling asleep during. Then attending a DAR luncheon on Saturday (yes, I'm getting close to actually becoming a member!) but then I worked Saturday night and it was a complete disaster. I'm kind of afraid to jinx this week.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on May 7, 2014 4:23:50 GMT -5
So sorry to hear about this, Anne. It's terribly difficult, but if you choose the right facility she may be much happier. My father's in a decent, clean place that is otherwise really dreary, that I would never have selected for him. I tried to convince him that he'd be better off in Texas, away from the Portland cold, but Jena has to have her way and keep him prisoner in Maine. But he won't stand up to her (never has) and insists that he hates Texas (where he spent the winter for 20 years) so I have no more voice in family buisness than I ever did.
Choose a place for her in easy access to where you live so you don't have that hourlong drive. I think it's important that it be cheerful and friendly and offer some activities that interest her. Keep as much of her familiar things around her as space will allow. Maybe it will make the transition easier for her--and for you.
And, of course, we're here.
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