When I was still working, my friend Julie used to say on rough days that she was “digging deep.” For more energy. More patience. More whatever internal resources she needed to navigate whatever trying situation life had thrown in her path. I noticed that Annie Green used the same expression on her blog post when I read it this morning. So. Let’s talk about digging, shall we?
Before I go any further I should tell you that nothing bad has happened. Mum is fine. Progressing, gaining strength slowly. She will be assessed this upcoming week to see if she is ready to be moved to a rehabilitation ward. She is still happy to be where she is, although getting a bit bored, I think. Note: Must send more books.
Hubby is getting his first vaccine shot tomorrow. His second shot is booked for July. I don’t know yet when my age group will be eligible. The powers that be can’t seem to make up their minds about the AstraZeneca vaccine. Sigh. But we’ve been waiting this long. What’s another month, really?
But here’s the kicker for me. I am feeling in a bit of a muddle. Partly that’s because I have let other things slide while I’ve been on the phone these past two weeks.
Seriously, it seems that I am permanently glued to my phone. Social workers, nurses, family, care companies, family friend who is an accountant and does Mum’s taxes, banks, plus government departments both provincial and national.
For example: In order to get mum’s financial situation reassessed by the New Brunswick government so they can increase her home care, we need certain tax information. Family have been digging around Mum’s files (Mum is a meticulous file keeper) for the needed info. No luck. And accountant neighbour does not have the info. So, unable to procure said info, I literally spent an entire morning on the phone with Revenue Canada finding out that they couldn’t help me because I don’t have the right permission forms submitted to them. Then it took two days to get ahold of the right person at the New Brunswick government department to find out if we could substitute other info. We could. So family friend went digging again, compiled info and delivered it. Check. That’s one thing accomplished.
There are others still in the queue. But I won’t bore you with any more detail. I know that many of you have been in the same boat as I am. Far away, trying to help with an elderly parent’s affairs.
Don’t get me wrong, everyone I have spoken to at agencies private and public have been wonderful. Friendly, patient, wanting to be helpful. The lovely girl at Revenue Canada works in Montreal and has family that she can’t visit in Moncton, New Brunswick. She totally understood my situation. She did her best, but rules are rules. And for a good reason. So I poured another cup of tea and placed another call to the N.B. government department which will be doing Mum’s financial assessment. When the woman called me back the next day, she was lovely, patient, and helpful. And on it goes.
I have never in my life had my cell phone in my pocket more than the last two weeks. At night it resides on the chest of drawers by the bed, instead of in the den where it usually lives. In the morning I pop it into the pocket of my robe. I’m waiting for a call back from Mum’s doctor. My niece Tammy and I had a good laugh on the phone the other day about taking the phone into the bathroom so I don’t miss a call. But praying it doesn’t ring while I’m in there. Ha.
In the meantime, I feel as if everything else in my life has slid sideways. I said “feels as if” quite deliberately. No one else notices this but me, I know. But there ARE other things in my life that I need to do. Want to do. Like getting organized, checking Mum’s things off my list, getting stuff done around the house now that we are supposed to have a spell of good weather, and doing behind the scenes blog stuff.
I haven’t neglected the blog, exactly. I have been posting on my regular schedule, mostly. But I feel as if I have been lurching from one hastily written post to the next. And I hate doing it that way. Hate doing anything that way, to be honest. Besides, the weather has been cold and miserable, and I have not felt like donning outfits and taking photos. My spring wardrobe remains in storage. And because other stuff is foremost in my mind, my creativity has gone down the drain. Plus COVID cases in Ontario have risen alarmingly and we are back in lock-down for a month.
All of this whining is to say that this week upcoming I am going to dedicate to getting my house in order. Literally and figuratively.
To that end I’m going to take a blog break for a week. I’m going to dig deep and get myself out of the muddle I am in. I will reprise a couple of old favourite posts. Many of you will have read them before. But if you’re new around here, I hope you enjoy them.
So that’s it, my friends. Pass the shovel, please. I’m about to dig in. See you on April 13.
Oh, and Happy Easter to everyone. Hopefully this Easter Hubby and I won’t be stuck in a snowstorm, like that fateful weekend in 1985 when we tried to go brook trout fishing. A pinch early. Ha.