If I were to write a story about this summer, it would seem too unreal even for fiction. In fact, my mother had my father reading the Book of Job in the Bible this week for perspective. My house has not progressed much in the last few weeks, as my Dad is shall we say on the disabled list, again.
His summer has consisted of a fall off the ladder in May, a subdural hematoma in July, an allergic reaction to the tegaderm bandaging after the surgery, an eye injury in the beginning of August that required two weeks of rest, and then this week a disabling knee injury. We are still unsure of the severity of the knee injury, but he is unable to put weight on it and is waiting for an orthopedic appointment. Those of you who know my father know that he is an incredibly tough human being. He’s shall we say not a wimp.
My Mom and I were going to have my Dad talk us through some work on the house this week, but the knee injury has put a stop to that. My new house is not conducive to a walker. I think that it is safe to say that I will be staying with my Mom and Dad a bit longer than expected. After all that they have done for me, I am happy to be able to help them out while my Dad is laid up.
I am praying like crazy that the closing on my townhouse happens this week like it is supposed to. My real estate agent called me Friday as the buyers had two last minute requests. One was just not realistic and both agents agreed upon that. The other was a small request which I was able to accommodate.
We have meetings at work that I really need to be at next week, so I gave my Dad power of attorney for the closing. He is currently unable to do stairs, so I am really hoping for an afternoon closing so that I am able to attend. Of all days for them to request the closing.
I’ve been completely out of my house for a week now. It’s tough. Staying with my parents off and on over the last two years, I’ve always gone home to my house on Friday for the weekend. This weekend I was not able to do that. I’ve lived alone for a long time and it’s been a bit tough. Being an introvert, I crave my alone time.
This journey certainly has not been as I planned, but I’m just holding on for the ride that God is taking us on.