Just as reluctantly I have come to the same decision about my house. It’s only 145 years old but on a very limited Social Security income deeply strained by medical and dental and hearing aids and eyeglasses and pharmacy out of pocket expenses I can not keep ahead of even basic health and safety repairs, much less other upkeep or renovations.
My balance issues from the TBI combined with worsening arthritis in both knees means I need to get to one level small apt living sooner rather than after I fall yet again and really break something major like a hip. I already fall a couple of times a week in my house, I can’t be even trying to do laundry in the basement anymore.
Coming up with the momentum to actuate finding an affordable apt and sell thus unlovely albatross of a historic house? Aye, that’s the rub. I have all I can do to to get all my library books back to the library-higher level adulting seems to be out of my reach no matter how hard I try. Traumatic brain injuries are ugly, ugly things. They never stop taking.
On the 12th I’ll see my doc and we’re going to start osteopenia treatment in hopes of forestalling fractures from the falls I can only minimize not entirely prevent. By then all the biopsies should be back and something can be attempted with the esophageal issues.
But I’m weary and getting worn down. Hugs all around
. I’m so everlasting glad that I have all of you and my cat. As the Beatles said
“we get by with the love of our friends**
. I sure do. You Mumpers are the first thing I do in morning (well, I pee first of course) and the last thing I do at night.