Good morning all,
Sorry about the title of this post but I just can't sleep w/ the pain I'm in and have no one to talk to or share my missery. I know that this has happened to so many of you and you understand and know exactly what I'm talking about. Thank God I can come to this wonderful place where I can share my frustrations with others who know and care.
The second trip up north took it's toll on me much worse than the first one. The falls I took while fishing in the stream and all the work I did getting my Mom's house closed for the winter put such a hurting on my back and neck and the long drive (1,300 mi.) in the rain didn't help matters. Mom's cats were pooping, puking and meowing in their crate the whole way down and Mom had to have the heat blasting because she was cold. That trip gets harder every year! One good thing came out of my time spent w/ Mom though. She agreed that she is getting too old (82) to stay alone and wants to move up here near us! I told her the best and fastest way to get her here would be for her to buy a manufactured home like we are in and put it on our property where we were going to build the house that fell through cause we can't sell our other home. She agreed because w/ a new home, everything is guaranteed and she will not have to worry about getting things fixed like if she bought a house up here. Plus she will be right here with us so she will not be scared! So along with getting the electric finished in the new barn that I promissed my wife I would do, I'm going to be looking for a double wide for Mom! I guess I'm gearing up for the Jerry Springer show! I never thought I'd be living in one of these things but it's worth it to be here in the country. I love it here and I know my Mom will too.
Then there is the ever nagging fact that my sick friend is living in my other house which we were going to be fixing up for sale or rent. He was going to do the work while staying there for free but in the last month and a half, he's been too sick to do anything. He is paying me for utillities but thats all and has no plans to move out. I feel so bad for him as the Dr's can't find out whats wrong w/ him and he's been in and out of the hospital for test. I think it's depression, he hasn't gotten over losing his wife to cancer almost a year ago and getting laid off from his job. It's awful and I'm ashamed to even bring it up but I keep thinking back to when I was sick, had prostate cancer surgery and was depressed to the max after getting laid off and having my identity stolen. He, my friend dropped me like I had the plaigue! I never heard from him, not once untill a year later when I started working again!! Now the shoe is on the other foot and I am so tempted to bring it up but so far I've held my toung! He keeps telling me that no one cares about him and no one helps him and he's been deserted by all his friends! I got fed up while loading furniture in my truck by MY SELF a couple days ago while he stood there complaining and said to him, NO> you have it wrong, I'm the one with no help!!! You have had me and have from the get-go and I've always been here for you!! I'm the one who has no one helping me, as usual killing myself to get things done alone!!
I'm sorry to be venting like this in the middle of the night but as so many of you know, sometimes it helps to get it out and know that someone is listening to you! Thanks for being here for me!
I'm going to try to go back to bed, the oxy & a tylonol I took when I started this post is starting to ease the pain a little. I know so many of you have much worse problems and pain than me and I'm a little ashamed for whining like this but I know and hope you understand! Thanks again for being here!
When I was young, I broke almost evry bone in my body and I'm paying a heavy price now but I'm still here and so glad to see my two sons grow up to be fine young men. They are both serving in the US Navy, My oldest is serving on a aircraft carrier but is currently in advance radar school. The other is a Asault Ship "The Jaws of the Fleet" somewhere in the Persian Gulf w/ 2,000 Marines aboard. I am one very proud (what they call me)> Big Pops!