Well, we are cleaning out Mom and R’s apartment and trying to make a comfortable place for Mom in our two bedroom house. Son is sleeping on the couch currently, while grandson will continue to sleep in their room with Mom. Though she still wishes to return to her apartment.
Don’t know what to do with all the stuff she has gathered over the past 80 years. Closets full of clothes, a refrigerator stuffed with food past due dates. Big screen TVs to donate, computers to dispose of. Floors to scrub and carpet that is worn and threadbare. Mom and R were the manager’s of the little apartment house and there is rent to collect, as well as mail. We need to contact the owner and let them know that Mom will be moving out soon.
It is a process, but for me the worst is over. Dealing with a long-term illness is more than I can bear, the trips to the hospital, the false hope, is all too much for me. I can deal with the aftermath much more easily. The paperwork and things of that sort. The non-personal issues. I guess I don’t do people so well.
Son is dealing with it poorly. He didn’t eat or sleep much in the past two months while R was ill. He was also self- medicating with something he ordered online since he has no insurance and can’t afford to be properly medicated. The night of Christmas we spent in the ER with him as we didn’t know what he’d taken and was catatonic for an hour. He’s been having a bad time with his pain (bad back, bad knee and fibromyalgia) and depression. We don’t know what to do with him most of the time. This depression he’s in now is the worst I’ve ever seen. I had a doctor appointment and asked for some Xanax for myself, but I’ve been giving the pills to him.
My own depression is lifted at last, and I can see a light at the end of the tunnel again. If Mom stays with us our financial dilemma will improve as we will have a little more money coming in. And there are a few things we may be able to sell. I’m hopeful for the first time in months.