Please forgive me...
Where to start? Umm, my life has consisted of working, getting home and leaving to go look at houses, becoming so angry at hubby because he kept finding some teeny tiny thing wrong with the ones I loved and finding within a week, they had been sold. I have never wanted to hurt hubby before until then.
I got so angry that I told him I thought it would be easier to find a new man with a nice house than to find a nice house with him!
His face got so red, and his nostrils started to flare like a bull about to attack that I knew I had better back off. On voicing my thoughts anyway, haha!
But then, while he was thoroughly checking out a house we both agreed upon, wriggling around in a tight spot, he injured himself. He pulled both of his trapes which spasmed so tight, it threw out ribs on both sides.
Then my days consisted of getting home from work and helping hubby with massages and stretches, etc.
Then, this past Friday, took my grama to her check up and was told she was doing great and would probably live another 5 to 7 years, but she fell Sunday night and fractured her skull givng herself a closed head injury and paralyzing her whole left side. The doctors told us we had to make a decision now as to whether they should go in for surgery but said if she made it through, she would most likely be a vegetable so we decided against that and to let her go. The doctors told us to get everyone there asap as she would be gone in 2 hours. That was at 7 pm Sunday night. She, with me at her side, breathed her last breath 4 pm Tuesday.
I'm devastated and a wreck having two major meltdowns so far. I can't eat, can barely sleep, and have just finished for the evening getting her memory boards done for her service on Sunday. They aren't finished yet, but my sister, niece, and daughters and myself will finish them tomorrow. We aren't just slapping photos on a white poster board, we're doing scrap-booking quality boards. When you live as long as Grama, you need lots of them.
After all of this, somehow, finding a new house just doesn't seem so urgent anymore even though my allergy induced asthmatic bronchitis is trying to overtake me again. I'm doing the best I can. Okay, I have to stop soon because the tears are making me see blurry.
Anyway, I haven't forgotten about you all and wanted to let you know, I'm okay, or not, but still alive anyway.
I'll try and get back on when I get my normal mind back and my life back in control, sort of...
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