556 days later.
So, this belated post, now that we have internet service working and I actually have a bit of free time, celebrating moving back into our home. 556 days after the fire. It should have been only six months, but the champion grade foot dragging and slow walking by the insurance company. We moved back home October the first.
Mom and I are back in real beds. We have a few chairs, one table in the kitchen, but we are mostly still living out of boxes. Need to get the rest of the furniture cleaned and in the house, or tossed into the junkpile. Unbox everything and put things away into closets and drawers.
I'm still busy with taking care of mom and working. Mom needs help with getting dressed and undressed now, and getting meals. With her arthritis, picking up anything heavier than a plate or glass is very difficult, so she really can't cook her own food anymore. We have aides coming several days per week to help her. A bath aide who can bathe her and make her bed twice a week, and two other days a week an aide who comes for an hour or so, and I'm not sure what duties she can do. (the rules for these aides on what they can and cannot do are byzantine.)
Friday, work is having me drive to NJ. So got brother to come over that morning to get her up and dressed. Next weekend, I'll be in CT for Furpocalypse, and we are hiring extra aides to come in to get her up in the mornings and put her to bed at nights, and feed her meals.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth.
Mom and I are back in real beds. We have a few chairs, one table in the kitchen, but we are mostly still living out of boxes. Need to get the rest of the furniture cleaned and in the house, or tossed into the junkpile. Unbox everything and put things away into closets and drawers.
I'm still busy with taking care of mom and working. Mom needs help with getting dressed and undressed now, and getting meals. With her arthritis, picking up anything heavier than a plate or glass is very difficult, so she really can't cook her own food anymore. We have aides coming several days per week to help her. A bath aide who can bathe her and make her bed twice a week, and two other days a week an aide who comes for an hour or so, and I'm not sure what duties she can do. (the rules for these aides on what they can and cannot do are byzantine.)
Friday, work is having me drive to NJ. So got brother to come over that morning to get her up and dressed. Next weekend, I'll be in CT for Furpocalypse, and we are hiring extra aides to come in to get her up in the mornings and put her to bed at nights, and feed her meals.
Crossposted from Dreamwidth.