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May. 13th, 2024 04:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanStill alive. Just exhausted.
Had a conversation with my sister about the fact that she isn't taking any Covid precautions. None. She rides public transit every day and spends at least one day a week with my medically vulnerable father. She prides herself on being able to get good information out of reading studies so now I'm trying to compile a list of studies about the physical impact of repeated Covid infections.
Because I need another fucking job right now.
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My own bout of Covid seems to have left me with worsened vertigo, so that's fun. I also think my memory is shittier but that could also be due to chronic overwhelm. My desk is covered in scraps of paper with reminders scribbled on them. I try to make sure I go through the pile at least once a week to check up on myself but mmmeeehhh, I don't always manage that either.
So it goes.
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Old Man is finally home after six? I think? rounds of hospitalizations. They put him in a program that is intended to try and support the elderly in returning to home as an alternative to long term care. It's been - not going well so far, they have their own staff that manage the daily care and that has a lot of gaps. I'm working on it. In the meantime it's worth staying in the program for the Occupational Therapist and the RN visits.
Several of the bajillion phone conversations I've had today have also been about trying to track down his clothes and his glasses, which were lost in one of the rounds of hospital admissions. No luck so far. He has a backup pair fortunately.
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The big looming deadline on the house is that fucking tree which has to be in by the end of the month. As predicted, I have been reminding the housemate on a daily basis that this was something they put in their name. I'm sure the reminders will be coming hourly by this time next week.
Of course before we put the tree in we have to clean out the wood from the old one. I'll be fucked if I'm doing that by myself, but they were in the States this weekend. Next weekend is a long one so there will be shouting if they've made plans to go out of town.
Altho I'm not sorry when they aren't here. There is something so incredibly demoralizing about juggling meetings, phone calls with contractors, phone calls with care providers, appointments, job deadlines, house deadlines... and then going downstairs and they're watching TV from the couch they haven't left for three days.
I mean other than the One Thing I have to bug them about, their lack of engagement shouldn't really affect me. I don't clean up after them any more so it's not like it creates more work for me when they don't do housework. I know the impact is purely psychological, but I just can't seem to shed it.
Bleargh. Close date is June 26, so six more weeks and they are somebody else's problem.
Can't fucking come fast enough.
Had a conversation with my sister about the fact that she isn't taking any Covid precautions. None. She rides public transit every day and spends at least one day a week with my medically vulnerable father. She prides herself on being able to get good information out of reading studies so now I'm trying to compile a list of studies about the physical impact of repeated Covid infections.
Because I need another fucking job right now.
****
My own bout of Covid seems to have left me with worsened vertigo, so that's fun. I also think my memory is shittier but that could also be due to chronic overwhelm. My desk is covered in scraps of paper with reminders scribbled on them. I try to make sure I go through the pile at least once a week to check up on myself but mmmeeehhh, I don't always manage that either.
So it goes.
***
Old Man is finally home after six? I think? rounds of hospitalizations. They put him in a program that is intended to try and support the elderly in returning to home as an alternative to long term care. It's been - not going well so far, they have their own staff that manage the daily care and that has a lot of gaps. I'm working on it. In the meantime it's worth staying in the program for the Occupational Therapist and the RN visits.
Several of the bajillion phone conversations I've had today have also been about trying to track down his clothes and his glasses, which were lost in one of the rounds of hospital admissions. No luck so far. He has a backup pair fortunately.
***
The big looming deadline on the house is that fucking tree which has to be in by the end of the month. As predicted, I have been reminding the housemate on a daily basis that this was something they put in their name. I'm sure the reminders will be coming hourly by this time next week.
Of course before we put the tree in we have to clean out the wood from the old one. I'll be fucked if I'm doing that by myself, but they were in the States this weekend. Next weekend is a long one so there will be shouting if they've made plans to go out of town.
Altho I'm not sorry when they aren't here. There is something so incredibly demoralizing about juggling meetings, phone calls with contractors, phone calls with care providers, appointments, job deadlines, house deadlines... and then going downstairs and they're watching TV from the couch they haven't left for three days.
I mean other than the One Thing I have to bug them about, their lack of engagement shouldn't really affect me. I don't clean up after them any more so it's not like it creates more work for me when they don't do housework. I know the impact is purely psychological, but I just can't seem to shed it.
Bleargh. Close date is June 26, so six more weeks and they are somebody else's problem.
Can't fucking come fast enough.