So things have been rough this week as it is (some bad financial decisions and other whatnot... just some shitty adult issues)... but then I call my mom today to wish her a happy tax day, knowing that with April 15th comes a bit less stress for her due to personal returns having their deadline (she still has corporate returns and returns that have extensions though). Plus it's my puppy's birthday and I wanted to wish Tilley a Happy Birthday (I'm not insane, my mom regularly puts the dog on the phone with me).
Instead my mom informs me that the van needed a new computer that cost over $800 dollars (she's been driving my grandma's car while she's been in Florida for the winter but grandma comes home tomorrow). And right after she finds that out, her computer DIES. She had returns she was still working on on that computer and all that data entry is probably lost. Almost every tax season, something happens to her computers... This is bad. I almost immediately offered her my desk top since I use my laptop more often than not. But that doesn't help the lost data entry. Plus, who knows when I might be back to the STL.
Anyway... to add to the overall crappiness of this convo, my mom tries to slip in the fact that my grandpa (the man I cherish and admire the most on this Earth, the one I want to walk me down the aisle someday if I ever mary) has a blood clot in his leg. They are trying to get rid of it without surgery... but his inactive lifestyle (because he "worked his ass off when (he) was young so (he) can sit on it now.") combined with his being overweight doesn't really help matters. Oh yeah, and my grandma's dementia and alzheimers has gotten so bad that she can't dial a phone without forgetting or getting confused where the numbers are and she definitely can't drive. They live down in Kimberling City and all our family is in St. Louis. Not good. Grandpa said at Easter that he was planning on selling and moving back in the next couple of years (so he has help with grandma and in case anything were to happen to him) but this blood clot has kind of opened his eyes to how serious things are and is now looking to sell and move within a year. I LOVE their house on Table Rock. And that was one of the reasons I had planned to stay in Springfield... to be closer to them and help them out, etc. And here I am, at the lake, three hours away and totally unable to help or be there if needed.
I know the clot doesn't have to be any major thing and since they didn't do surgery right away, he will probably be okay. But I don't like it. And it worries/scares me for more serious things that may come. I honestly don't know what I would do if anything happened to my grandpa. I know it's inevitable but I am hoping not for a LONG TIME. I need time.
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