It's been a week.
Have you ever noticed that when you really clean a house, I mean REALLY - skirting boards, behind radiators,everything - you start to notice all the little things that need doing. Like the worn patch on the stair carpet, the cat claw marks on the banister, the fact that a pile of leaves has gathered outside the front door?
So, why all the cleaning? Well, I wanted the house valued, and most everyone (apart from Mum cos I didn't tell her the real reason because then she'd panic and worry) agreed. Nice chap from a local estate agents popped round. I'm well aware of our home's short comings, the fact that it is rather tired and in need of a fresh coat of paint, some new carpets etc. But when he came out with his valuation my heart sank. I know, 5 years ago, it was worth around £250k. I had thought with the railway opening soon, it would at least have maintained that, but no. In his opinion we'd be lucky to get £195k. *sigh*
You see, I'd seen a place on the west coast, in a village, with a wee pickle land and I could place folks in the rooms - so I'd made an appointment to view.
However, with that evaluation, my heart really wasn't in it. But Sally and I still went- it was a day out after all. A heck of a trek and with time constraints because of Mum and Dad's evening medications. No time to stop and stare and just enjoy, photos out the car window, though we did pause once or twice. All I heard from my Guides was "build your own" - fair enough but we can't do that while Mum and Dad are still alive because we'd need to liquidate this place and then buy the land... mind you, there are a fair few plots of land available on the west coast - can't live in a caravan with Mum and Dad, not with their medical issues. Fingers crossed there's a nice plot available when we're ready.
*sigh*
Then dad had his diabetic check up with the hospital. The pulse in his left leg is almost gone - not at all sure what we can do about that, but, because of his dry skin, I've been massaging his legs twice a day - his legs seem to be a bit warmer, maybe that's all it needs? But he doesn't listen to warnings about the amount of sugar he's consuming. *sigh*
However, the 2 day purge on cleaning and a LONG day up north, had a heavy toll. It wasn't until Friday midday that I started to feel even a normal amount of pain & energy.
2 weeks on Monday & I get my next B12. And, with that realisation came the announcement from my sis that she's going away for another holiday on the day I get my B12.
*sigh* I'm finding it, or rather my body is finding it hard to regulate it's core temperature. It could be hormones, it could be the painkillers I take, it could be the fibro developing a new trait. But, whatever the reason, life is uncomfy when you swing from being comfy to sweating like a pig. *sigh*
And we had our yearly visit from one of my brothers and his wife. It was a reasonable visit from our perspective but I don't think my brother had a good visit with Mum and Dad. Mum wasn't really feeling all that well anyway, and he wasn't upstairs long. And dad didn't quite hear all that was being said so he gave some off the cuff answers which didn't fit with the questions. *sigh*
Oh well, life progresses. Hopefully I'll still be relatively functional once my caring role is done so I can enjoy a wee bit of life and freedom. But, in the meantime, the sense of feeling trapped is back to growing again.
I think I'll go draw plans for my "dream" house lol
And, with the dentist wanting to visit Mum (much to my utter astonishment since I had a run in with the dentist's assistant last year and she threw a tantrum and refused to make further appointments) and the next SW rep coming out on Tuesday, it's going to be a busy week next week too.
Exit stage left - unicorn farting subdued rainbows.
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