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( questions of days )
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Monday night's usual plans were postponed so I made good on that promise to myself take a walk down to the lake after dinner. I had the vague idea there was a pedestrian bridge that crosses Lakeshore Boulevard, and it took a few false starts but I managed to find it. It's not signed anywhere, and the sidewalks just... stop... at what is essentially the side of a highway.
I thought it would be cold and windy but it was actually surprisingly calm and warm. It was pitch black of course. I spent a couple of hours just trekking along the boardwalk and listening to the Canada geese. It ended up being very soothing, and I am really glad I did, because... *drumroll*
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Tuesday hit like a fucking shit avalanche. First my sister starts texting me that she's getting messages from our dad's wife - he has a worrying health situation that went shit sideways very dramatically and very suddenly. A ton of back and forth went on pretty much for the entire day and he's apparently somewhat better today, but we're both more than a little freaked out. Part of our concern is that his wife is a big proponent of alternative medicine and he's super avoidant and he already neglects really important health shit because he just can't be arsed.
And to top that off, the housemate takes my elderly gentleman cat to the groomer - because he will not let us brush him and his knots are right up against his skin where I can't get at them - AND SHE CUTS MY FUCKING CAT. To the tune of an emergency vet trip and $450 worth of staples and antibiotics.
I have no fucking words.
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So today:
My sister texts me to say she is moving back to Canada, both so that she can assist in getting dad some supports and so that she can spend some time with him. She'll need to sort out a job and a place to live, but those are solvable problems.
The knowledge that I do not have to juggle assistance for another elder is... a relief, I'm not going to lie. His wife is, I think, starting to realize how exhausting this is going to be on just her shoulders so she seems willing to let us get her some help. And there's also the not-minor concern she's not vaccinated and doesn't mask, so there's a good chance she'll end up sick at some point and possibly need help herself.
The builder also showed up with a plan in writing for how he's going to get the work on our house finished before he goes in for surgery. Then he proceeded to build an entire deck right outside my window while I watched him from my office chair.
And elderly cat seems to have forgiven us for what happened and is being his usual affectionate self. (Although I'm certainly not over being fucking pissed off.) I might just ask the vet to shave the knots off when he goes back to get the staples out.
It has been A Week and it's not even Thursday yet.
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Monday night's usual plans were postponed so I made good on that promise to myself take a walk down to the lake after dinner. I had the vague idea there was a pedestrian bridge that crosses Lakeshore Boulevard, and it took a few false starts but I managed to find it. It's not signed anywhere, and the sidewalks just... stop... at what is essentially the side of a highway.
I thought it would be cold and windy but it was actually surprisingly calm and warm. It was pitch black of course. I spent a couple of hours just trekking along the boardwalk and listening to the Canada geese. It ended up being very soothing, and I am really glad I did, because... *drumroll*
***
Tuesday hit like a fucking shit avalanche. First my sister starts texting me that she's getting messages from our dad's wife - he has a worrying health situation that went shit sideways very dramatically and very suddenly. A ton of back and forth went on pretty much for the entire day and he's apparently somewhat better today, but we're both more than a little freaked out. Part of our concern is that his wife is a big proponent of alternative medicine and he's super avoidant and he already neglects really important health shit because he just can't be arsed.
And to top that off, the housemate takes my elderly gentleman cat to the groomer - because he will not let us brush him and his knots are right up against his skin where I can't get at them - AND SHE CUTS MY FUCKING CAT. To the tune of an emergency vet trip and $450 worth of staples and antibiotics.
I have no fucking words.
***
So today:
My sister texts me to say she is moving back to Canada, both so that she can assist in getting dad some supports and so that she can spend some time with him. She'll need to sort out a job and a place to live, but those are solvable problems.
The knowledge that I do not have to juggle assistance for another elder is... a relief, I'm not going to lie. His wife is, I think, starting to realize how exhausting this is going to be on just her shoulders so she seems willing to let us get her some help. And there's also the not-minor concern she's not vaccinated and doesn't mask, so there's a good chance she'll end up sick at some point and possibly need help herself.
The builder also showed up with a plan in writing for how he's going to get the work on our house finished before he goes in for surgery. Then he proceeded to build an entire deck right outside my window while I watched him from my office chair.
And elderly cat seems to have forgiven us for what happened and is being his usual affectionate self. (Although I'm certainly not over being fucking pissed off.) I might just ask the vet to shave the knots off when he goes back to get the staples out.
It has been A Week and it's not even Thursday yet.