Can I Stop Adulting Now, please?
Please? August has sucked. Sucked Sucked Sucked!
It starts out with my mother going into the hospital for a couple of days for chest pains in mid july. And then as soon as she's out, my grandmother goes into the hospital (her health had been going down hill progressively, but the hill got a lot steeper).
Then the doctors tell my mom that my grandmother won't be able to go home, that she is now full care and needs to go straight from the hospital to a rehab center. The rehab center works with her for a few weeks, and then says "okay, medicare says we can't keep her any more since she's not showing improvement, so you have 48 hours to find somewhere for her to go". Assholes. I understand that they need to use beds for people they can help, but 48 hours is NOT a lot of time to find a bed for an elderly now-invalid lady with Bipolar and Paranoid Schizophrenic issues.
Thankfully, my mom manages to find a nursing home. She's there for a week, and then goes back to the hospital for dehydration and infection.
I drove down from WI, and got to spend an hour with her before she passed.
So now it's not just the grief of losing my grandmother, but also the stress of trying to make funeral arrangements on a very tight budget, and the guilt that goes hand in hand with not being able to afford anything elaborate. We're already at almost 10K, and we're doing as basic as we can while still managing to respect ourselves.
And in the midst of all of this, I find that I cannot write. Deadlines for SiS and OEAM BigBang draw ever closer, and I am still so very far away from being anything close to complete. I have an idea for my SiS, and my Big Bang is still in the weeds.
I'm ready to stop adulting now, cuz this shit's for the birds!
It starts out with my mother going into the hospital for a couple of days for chest pains in mid july. And then as soon as she's out, my grandmother goes into the hospital (her health had been going down hill progressively, but the hill got a lot steeper).
Then the doctors tell my mom that my grandmother won't be able to go home, that she is now full care and needs to go straight from the hospital to a rehab center. The rehab center works with her for a few weeks, and then says "okay, medicare says we can't keep her any more since she's not showing improvement, so you have 48 hours to find somewhere for her to go". Assholes. I understand that they need to use beds for people they can help, but 48 hours is NOT a lot of time to find a bed for an elderly now-invalid lady with Bipolar and Paranoid Schizophrenic issues.
Thankfully, my mom manages to find a nursing home. She's there for a week, and then goes back to the hospital for dehydration and infection.
I drove down from WI, and got to spend an hour with her before she passed.
So now it's not just the grief of losing my grandmother, but also the stress of trying to make funeral arrangements on a very tight budget, and the guilt that goes hand in hand with not being able to afford anything elaborate. We're already at almost 10K, and we're doing as basic as we can while still managing to respect ourselves.
And in the midst of all of this, I find that I cannot write. Deadlines for SiS and OEAM BigBang draw ever closer, and I am still so very far away from being anything close to complete. I have an idea for my SiS, and my Big Bang is still in the weeds.
I'm ready to stop adulting now, cuz this shit's for the birds!