It’s the first time in many years, I’ve co-habituated with my daughter. It was an unsettling process once the decision was made. Especially, when you’ve both had your own home and way of doing things. Naturally, there’s an adjustment period to each other’s routines so we agreed on a one year lease together.
It’s been 7 months now, we’ve survived the holidays, shuffling things in the house, organizing the garage, children coming to play to make it work for our needs without arguing. That’s huge! Vic’s been a trooper living with three women instead of just one. We discussed continuing the arrangement and reached out to the landlord to continue our lease for two more years. The surprise bonus was the landlord didn’t increase the rent for the new agreement. This also takes us through Olyvia’s years in elementary school.
The other nightmare was getting competent medical treatment for my migraines. Initially, it took 3 months to get an appointment with the Neurology Center recommended by my previous doctor. Once that started, new evaluations began so the doctor could create a baseline for a treatment plan. Surprises again! I have a pinched nerve in c3 and a herniated disc in c2 just what I didn’t want to hear. But then the scary detail was what got a second MRI within days was a potential blood clot. Second MRI confirmed it was a blood clot and I got to add another medication to my portfolio coumadin. If this doesn’t work, then they want to go get it.
Lucky me, another possible surgery. I’m so over surgeries. My right foot didn’t heal the way the ortho doctor promised so that is going to require another surgery as well. I’m 65 this isn’t the age I want to be going under anesthesia though I’m told the brain fogginess isn’t like it used to be. I believe there are risks regardless of the well intended assurances.
Life isn’t promised, it’s simply lived one day at a time. “In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.” ― Robert Frost