Just to make the day perfectly horrid
Phone rang with a man trying to find dear brother to fix his taps. Calmed him down and told him DB would be there Monday. As my head didn't explode when I lifted it out of the pillows - it had been threatening to do so since last evening, I let the dogs out, ventured to the loo, and the kitchen. Just as I was putting the kettle on, a black SUV came down the drive. Ex tenant - he who ignored walked past his dead wife for hours, got out of the car.
I have spoken to him and his daughter about a tv thingy left behind, and a spate of mail from the government that showed up in February with his name on it. Advised them to CALL me before coming. Left voice mails reminding them of this. When there was no answer to my request for dtr's address to forward the letters to, I sent them to his mailbox in nearby village last week. He's living with daughter, two hours south of here. Not sure why dtr's address is such a sekritt. I was tempted to ignore that he was here, but the dogs were out. So, I humped the tv thingy to the door, shoved it at him, let the dogs in and shut the door. The only reason I was home was my migraine, had to book-off work today. Can't afford to lose more income but as my head was threatening to explode, I didn't think I could pull of the caring nurse persona.
Dear brother is still in the hospital, doctor thinks he has asthma vs COPD. Different treatments, so perhaps this will help him.
While it's been a perfectly horrid migraine, 12/10 on the scale, it did help me to know that the headaches I've been having daily are not migraine. Functional MRI is being booked at downtown Toronto teaching hospital. Ditto referral to specialist in dealing with post-concussion syndrome.
I have spoken to him and his daughter about a tv thingy left behind, and a spate of mail from the government that showed up in February with his name on it. Advised them to CALL me before coming. Left voice mails reminding them of this. When there was no answer to my request for dtr's address to forward the letters to, I sent them to his mailbox in nearby village last week. He's living with daughter, two hours south of here. Not sure why dtr's address is such a sekritt. I was tempted to ignore that he was here, but the dogs were out. So, I humped the tv thingy to the door, shoved it at him, let the dogs in and shut the door. The only reason I was home was my migraine, had to book-off work today. Can't afford to lose more income but as my head was threatening to explode, I didn't think I could pull of the caring nurse persona.
Dear brother is still in the hospital, doctor thinks he has asthma vs COPD. Different treatments, so perhaps this will help him.
While it's been a perfectly horrid migraine, 12/10 on the scale, it did help me to know that the headaches I've been having daily are not migraine. Functional MRI is being booked at downtown Toronto teaching hospital. Ditto referral to specialist in dealing with post-concussion syndrome.