F*ck November
11/09/2009 - woke up at 4:30 in the morning to find the upstairs neighbor's hot water pipe broke and is flooding my house. We lost some carpets, some walls, some ceilings, and the use of our apartment.
11/11/2009 - got a call from my mother. Informed Grandma has been given a six month expiration date. Panic and rush up to see Grandma (which turns out to be very wise on my part. Just wait for it...)
11/14/2009 - return to apartment which is still missing several of the walls and ceilings that up until a few days ago I had been using. Make camp in living room surrounded by an entire household's worth of furniture and such. Also, spiders are streaming in from the gaps where ceilings should be.
11/16/2009 - my Grandmother dies. Apparently the oncologist was unable to distinguish between six months and five days. Rush back to Sandpoint, but rest of day is heartsick blur.
11/17/2009 - see Grandmother at funeral home and sort of marvel that she is physically so small. It seems strange to see the woman who ran our lives, held our family together, and could back down a grown man with a look is in fact 5'5" 110lbs. When I refer to her as having a larger-than-life personality, I am in no way kidding.
11/18/2009 - Anniversary of my father's suicide.
11/20/2009 - my birthday. The one I shared with my Grandmother. The apartment still has no ceiling and the Boy and I remain on the air mattress. I am asked by well meaning people what awesome thing I intend to do for my birthday and can only stare in silent wonderment.
11/26/2009 - was wakened at 7:30 Thanksgiving morning by my husband who has a chronic disease that occasionally tries to kill him. Spent good portion of the day sitting terrified in the ER.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
11/11/2009 - got a call from my mother. Informed Grandma has been given a six month expiration date. Panic and rush up to see Grandma (which turns out to be very wise on my part. Just wait for it...)
11/14/2009 - return to apartment which is still missing several of the walls and ceilings that up until a few days ago I had been using. Make camp in living room surrounded by an entire household's worth of furniture and such. Also, spiders are streaming in from the gaps where ceilings should be.
11/16/2009 - my Grandmother dies. Apparently the oncologist was unable to distinguish between six months and five days. Rush back to Sandpoint, but rest of day is heartsick blur.
11/17/2009 - see Grandmother at funeral home and sort of marvel that she is physically so small. It seems strange to see the woman who ran our lives, held our family together, and could back down a grown man with a look is in fact 5'5" 110lbs. When I refer to her as having a larger-than-life personality, I am in no way kidding.
11/18/2009 - Anniversary of my father's suicide.
11/20/2009 - my birthday. The one I shared with my Grandmother. The apartment still has no ceiling and the Boy and I remain on the air mattress. I am asked by well meaning people what awesome thing I intend to do for my birthday and can only stare in silent wonderment.
11/26/2009 - was wakened at 7:30 Thanksgiving morning by my husband who has a chronic disease that occasionally tries to kill him. Spent good portion of the day sitting terrified in the ER.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.