Dear Miriam: It has been quite an ordeal. We ran out on our lease at the house on the water, May 6. So From about
mid March I began hunting a place for May 1st. That would allow me lots of time to move, gradually, or so I thought. Well, as things don't usually work out as we plan, it took forever to find a suitable place, in a suitable
location for both my son and I as he will be starting Truck Driving school in June with some luck. Cross your fingers for me, will ya. There is a fair ammt. of work available in truck driving way up here in Nova Scotia, as many of the drivers are older and about
to retire. The impression I got from the school was that it should be no problem for him to get in, as there aren't that many seeking the trade. So, now, we wait for funding. While we wait I have to come up with funds to support him. I can't seem to get him to look for work, it's like, he thinks it will mess up his funding. So, since the porcupine ate my moving money, and my son's upkeep is eating our food budget, I had to move, jeep load by jeep load, altogether about
twenty trips. Then, I had to clean the mansion we were leaving. As I was doing this I developed unbelievable chest pains. Off to emerg, I went. There they ascertained it wasn't a heart attack, so the doc wrote me a prescript
ion for what he said was muscle relaxers, since it was the muscles around my heart that were inflamed. Instead, unbeknowst to me, it was a really strong amphetamine, I couldn't sleep, I figured I should be sleeping really well, thinking it was a muscle relaxer. Then I started feeling really odd. Like anxiety and pain beyond belief. That went on for three days, untill I ran out of the darn stuff. All the while, I was moving into a house where the previous tenant had left all her stuff. She just disappeared, so I thought something happened and she maybe was moving into a furnished apartment and so I seriously downsized my stuff, giving stuff away. Well, so here I am living for a week on top of all her stuff, finally got things arranged so as to be able to function somewhat, and lo and behold, she shows up with a truck and two men and starts throwing my stuff everywhere. It was incredibly stressful, beyond belief. I have 100 year old bone china, etc. which I was frantically trying to protect. Somehow, in the middle of all this chaos, apparently, I had an appointment with a Rheumatologist which I'd been anxiously awaiting, and didn't get notified because I was in the process of moving. It is now my fault, how can you explain all this to your doc who is peeved because he thinks I was careless, negligent, whatever. So, now, here I sit, like after a hurricane, (I have been in 6 hurricanes and 1 tornado), dazed and confused broke and discouraged. Thank-you for the kind words.