Thanks CB, Beth, Ami, Carolyn...
I feel PTSDish, a little, like the adrenalin aftermath.
The house is a mess because of one wild night when:
a squirrel chewed through a power line, it surged, the compressor in the fridge failed, and the furnace went out.
Glad I had an electric blanket.
My brother did help but his methods and the recent trauma w/him made it harder to deal with such stuff with him here.
And I overheard him muttering dire things about me over the phone, then he looks at me like, Who, me?
YUCK.
I went out the next day and got a new fridge but then had to go to work.
There is food and debris from the move (I got the new fridge at the Habitat for Humanity store...it's actually quite nice, stainless clad, 6 years old) all over the kitchen and I haven't felt like tackling the cleanup. But I will in a bit. Back to work tomorrow.
My D's called regularly and my friends (including you dears here) have been very supportive.
Mom's peaceful in the nursing place, content w/attention. No idea about her prognosis.
What's most worrying to me is what will happen when the 100 days of Medicare run out. Her only real asset is the house, and we'd have to tap the equity to pay for continuing care, so there may not be much house left.
love
Hops
