Dumpster Fire
a year ago
I apologize for my lack of activity here this year. This has been a very emotionally exhausting year for me, and I have been contending to an endless array of problems and crises in my own personal life and my family that's been really wearing down my creativity and motivation to do anything.
To start this year off, my Grandma's cat, Snowflake, passed away on 1/6. I had taken care of him since November, and he got sick and died from kidney failure at the age of fourteen. My Grandma, who was in hospice at the time, got a rebound and a "second wind" after they took her off the punishing doses of anti-psychotic medication. She eventually exited hospice, but not before hospice screwed up several things, like introducing bed bugs into her room, which required the disposal of her bed and reclining chair and replacement at our cost... She is still alive, slowly fading away from Alzheimer's Disease, and aiming to turn 86 next weekend.
During the summer, funding for my Grandma's care ran out. We exhausted her entire IRA in the span of eleven months. After finding a legal breakthrough in her will, we went to an attorney and discovered that she did grant my father and uncle P.O.A over her assets, which allowed her home to be sold. I made an honest attempt to buy her home, but because of interest rates, the elevated housing market intensity, and restrictions placed by Medicare over property sales, I was simply unable to afford it without any safe margin of financial error. It was a massive disappointment. I lived in my Grandma's home for eleven months as its caretaker, and I soon wound down operations and moved back home. The house was put up for sale and quickly sold, and I cleared it out and said goodbye to it on 7/31. After nearly sixty years in our family, it was a bitter loss to pay for her long-term care.
My sister is having marital issues, and now my parents, nearly married for four decades, are having marital problems that threaten to destroy their marriage. I'm stuck in the middle of watching this all unfold. My brother is depressed about the situation, and I'm overwhelmed.
This has been my annus horribilis. And I got three more months to go.
To start this year off, my Grandma's cat, Snowflake, passed away on 1/6. I had taken care of him since November, and he got sick and died from kidney failure at the age of fourteen. My Grandma, who was in hospice at the time, got a rebound and a "second wind" after they took her off the punishing doses of anti-psychotic medication. She eventually exited hospice, but not before hospice screwed up several things, like introducing bed bugs into her room, which required the disposal of her bed and reclining chair and replacement at our cost... She is still alive, slowly fading away from Alzheimer's Disease, and aiming to turn 86 next weekend.
During the summer, funding for my Grandma's care ran out. We exhausted her entire IRA in the span of eleven months. After finding a legal breakthrough in her will, we went to an attorney and discovered that she did grant my father and uncle P.O.A over her assets, which allowed her home to be sold. I made an honest attempt to buy her home, but because of interest rates, the elevated housing market intensity, and restrictions placed by Medicare over property sales, I was simply unable to afford it without any safe margin of financial error. It was a massive disappointment. I lived in my Grandma's home for eleven months as its caretaker, and I soon wound down operations and moved back home. The house was put up for sale and quickly sold, and I cleared it out and said goodbye to it on 7/31. After nearly sixty years in our family, it was a bitter loss to pay for her long-term care.
My sister is having marital issues, and now my parents, nearly married for four decades, are having marital problems that threaten to destroy their marriage. I'm stuck in the middle of watching this all unfold. My brother is depressed about the situation, and I'm overwhelmed.
This has been my annus horribilis. And I got three more months to go.