Thursday, September 15, 2011

Sometimes a girl just needs rescuing...

So I have this AMAZING friend who has come over for 3 days straight and spent the bulk of the day doing very hard work getting my garage, and then parts of my house emptied and cleaned up. I'm sitting in awe of the vast expanse of bare floor in here! And my side table! It's so pretty! And CLEAN! I wanted to cry and beg for mercy before the day began, but I knew that if we didn't do this, *I* certainly wouldn't. Thank God for having friends will will lend that much emotional AND physical energy to helping a girl out of a completely inexcusable, but understandable, mess.

Tomorrow I take hubby to see a neurosurgeon. Hopefully they'll admit him overnight and get things taken care of, and when i come home, my guinea pigs will have been sent off to a new home. I'm going to miss my sweet sweet little creatures. But they're not very clean. It's just too hard to keep litter and hay inside the cage. sigh.

We had a meeting with a disability case worker and will be able to have a person come to the house to clean it many hours a week, as well as cook for hubby, take him to appointments, and generally allow him to manage his own life without his wife as his main caregiver. It'll be good for both of us. If somebody will come clean, I'm even happier to do more caregiving of my hubby. I can't believe they'll allow us to use the person for any task except yard work and pet care. Isn't that crazy? I would think they'd just allow direct personal care or cooking or something. But anyway I'm SO HAPPY about this! Just hoping we are able to find someone who will suit our needs and be able to work with us.

Which brings me to the title of my next post..."Have you noticed that sometime you are existing within a different rhythm than others?" (I'm a thinking about the horrible phone convo I had today when everytime I waited for the lady to finish speaking she was already done, so I'd try to speak and then she'd speak again. We talked over one another for about 5 minutes. So frustrating.

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