Ok, time to explain the "Fuck" entry from about a month ago. And to explain just what's been going on in my world. I know I've had to cancel/turn down a lot of plans and cut short lots of phone and MSN conversations over the last month and a half. Since everyone seems to read my LJ, despite never commenting *hint hint, you lazy people!* it's quicker and, for me, better to fill everyone in this way.
Frantic. Stressful. Hell. And that only begins to describe what's been going on in my world.
But things are calming down around here and my University finals are over, thank God. I love school, not so much a fan of the essays and exams.
Ok, the move.
My family bought the house with my parents planning to make it their retirement home and just in case my grandparents ever had to move in with us. There are less stairs, and they were getting old and grandpa was having some definite health issues, with his leukemia flaring up again. Plus, there's my grandma. I love her to bits, but she's: Blind. Obese. Diabetic. Had a stroke. Grandma getting herself a glass of water is cause for celebration.
On Nov 1l, just as we were starting to move into the new house, we got a call. My grandpa had passed out in the shower, hit his head, was knocked out, and taken to the hospital via ambulance. He had a couple of infections, pneumonia, and is being stubborn about not wanting to use his oxygen tank. Initial freak-out, but 5 of my grandpa's sister live near them, so they took care of my grandma. This caused plans to change to "Let's move the grandparents into the house on Nov. 26." Which caused other problems. Including the almost $30 thousand in debt (new furniture, and who the hell gives a 72 yr old man a loan for a new van?!)
The basement level was only 2/3 finished when we bought the house. The plan was for Evan to temporarily sleep in the upstairs bedroom while the basement (and his room) were finished. But the contractor we hired never actually showed up, and 3 days AFTER the job was supposed to be done, he left a note taped to our door saying he couldn't take on the task we hired him for. Thank you, asshole. And my grandparents were moving in with us in a week. We finally found someone, but Evan ended up spending almost 2 weeks sleeping on the couch.
And, of course, the actual moving process. We hired the same big company that's always moved us (they have a contract with my dad's company). So they showed up at 9 in the morning to help with the move. 2 of the guys were great, but the third was drunk. At 9 AM. We had a talk with his boss, then just made sure the guy wasn't carrying anything heavy or valuable.
A week after the move, we realized that Mom's checkbook is missing from a set of drawers the drunk guy moved. Dammit.
So, the 26th arrives. My uncle had spent a week with Grandma, packing up the apartment. Grandpa was still in the hospital, so it was arranged to have him transferred to a local hospital via ambulance. So we drove the 3 hours to my grandparent's apartment, loaded up their stuff, and started moving it into our house. After a quick supper we took a break and all went to visit Grandpa in the hospital.
We visited and made some arrangements for when he would be released and settled into the new house.
10 minutes after we left, Grandpa died.
As much as I loved him, the hardest part has been looking after Grandma.
I'm a full-time University student with 2 part-time jobs, both my parents work in the next city, Dad's job causes him to be out of town at least 10 days a month, and my brother is pretty much useless. W arranged for Home Help Aid and a few other services (there were some issues there. Like the Home nurse who gave my Grandma her lunch and supper pills all at once. Then denied it when we asked her about it.)
I've been doing more than I should, and I was so far behind I could see my own ass. But I think we've got everything figured out now. I sure as hell hope we do.