My life as a procrastinator
Spent yesterday catching up on details of the Reno Worldcon committee, stuff I should have done long ago. Today I have to concentrate on getting ready for the actual trip - things like packing. But it's hard to stay focused with so many other things happening.
Yesterday I learned that Medicare has stopped paying for my mother's nursing home expenses because she is not filling their criteria for making progress. That means the Medicare supplement stops as well, and suddenly we are paying the full cost of the nursing home. That's $3,600 per month, plus medications, that I thought I wasn't going to have to worry about until June. I had planned not to sell mom's house for a year or two, but now I have to get it on the market as soon as possible. This is a nightmare.
But I MUST manage to stuff all that into an unused corner of my brain right now. I'm leaving tomorrow for four days of meetings in Reno, and I absolutely must concentrate today on getting ready for the trip. I don't have time to try to solve future problems or to zone out due to too much stress or to have a panic attack. Somehow I have got to stay on track. I can't get on that plane tomorrow if I'm not packed.
Thank heavens I feel petty good physically. The cold is down to occasionally blowing my nose and coughing up a bit of transparent mucus. My thumb is much better, although it still hurts like a SOB. I'm sleeping reasonably well, though I usually have to take a nap during the day to prevent falling asleep on my feet.
I so, so miss the days when I had time to read fanfic and collect everything I could find related to Snape or Slytherin.
Enough of this. More coffee. And some breakfast. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. I don't have time for that.
Yesterday I learned that Medicare has stopped paying for my mother's nursing home expenses because she is not filling their criteria for making progress. That means the Medicare supplement stops as well, and suddenly we are paying the full cost of the nursing home. That's $3,600 per month, plus medications, that I thought I wasn't going to have to worry about until June. I had planned not to sell mom's house for a year or two, but now I have to get it on the market as soon as possible. This is a nightmare.
But I MUST manage to stuff all that into an unused corner of my brain right now. I'm leaving tomorrow for four days of meetings in Reno, and I absolutely must concentrate today on getting ready for the trip. I don't have time to try to solve future problems or to zone out due to too much stress or to have a panic attack. Somehow I have got to stay on track. I can't get on that plane tomorrow if I'm not packed.
Thank heavens I feel petty good physically. The cold is down to occasionally blowing my nose and coughing up a bit of transparent mucus. My thumb is much better, although it still hurts like a SOB. I'm sleeping reasonably well, though I usually have to take a nap during the day to prevent falling asleep on my feet.
I so, so miss the days when I had time to read fanfic and collect everything I could find related to Snape or Slytherin.
Enough of this. More coffee. And some breakfast. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself. I don't have time for that.