Posted by lifeinpawprints
In response to: The Daily Post: Daily Prompt – Good Fences
In two hours, I will be relocating again. Not far this time, but also not into the best area. Today brings another “adventure” of clearing out my car, loading it up, moving belongings, unloading it, trying to organize my life – again. And the cats… my God the cats hate moving. There is a dog and two other cats in the new place. Mine will be kept in my room for the time being as introductions to other animals are usually long and painful. My big boy, he growls like a dog at anything he senses but can’t see.
Today brings a world without Internet for at least four days, as they can’t come out to connect it until Tuesday night and even then, with everything the house is going through, there might be issues in finding or installing lines and outlets. I will be connecting minimally through the 4G on my phone and likely transcribing blog posts on the tiny virtual keyboard. Tonight brings another night of trying to fall asleep in a new place, around new people. It’s sort of like a one-building commune type living situation. The lady I’m moving in with is nice and she’s gone all out to make a comfortable space for me. Two others live there, her son and another man. I’m not terribly comfortable around men, but she’s given me the only bedroom with a door and a lock on it. The rest of the rooms – including the bathroom – as yet only have parted together drywall and blankets up for walls and doors. The house is in a perpetual state of remodel, as it used to be a two-bedroom and has been gutted to be reconfigured into a four-bedroom. Rooms are now TINY. However with all the loss that my life has seen over the past 14 months (actually over the past decade), my belongings have been reduced to only what I can fit in my car – and most not by choice. Goodbye three bedroom house that Hurricane Frances took years ago – hello continued poverty.
This weekend also brings trying to get used to a new neighborhood, new people, new surroundings. It doesn’t give the appearance of a neighborhood I’d want to walk around in alone. It’s… older. It’s pretty run down. It’s also surrounded by three major colleges, two within walking distance. It reminds me of the projects in which I landed after my divorce in 2005. Here, like there, I will have to make friends fast if I’m going to survive. When I was in the projects in Fort Pierce, I immediately took to an elderly lady next door who everyone just called “Granny.” Granny had been in that little house most of her 80+ years. Everyone knew her and no one messed with her. She looked after me the three years I stayed there and even after moving into a better place, my daughter and I still went back to visit her often. She would always marvel at how big my daughter had gotten since the last time she saw her, even if it had only been a month between visits. Granny was the best neighbor I have ever had. I’m praying that my surroundings, while rough on first glance, will prove friendly enough that I don’t have to worry about the safety of myself or my belongings.
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Posted by lifeinpawprints
Yesterday, I was looking forward to making the trip 2 1/2 hours south to go pick up my daughter who I haven’t seen in far too long. We miss each other terribly but its been nearly impossible to get up the money to get there as far behind as everything had fallen. Well, the thrill of having my daughter back has been taken away from me yet again as I have been in the hospital since Wednesday with a very sudden onset of right lower lobe pneumonia. I have been unresponsive to most of the breathing treatments, antibiotics and steroids that they have been pumping me with. I was in such respiratory distress yesterday that the doctor strongly suggested intubating me for 48 hours and waking me up after 2 days of ICU treatment. Of course I fought it tooth and nail. He diagnosed me with COPD. My blood pressure upon arrival was stroke level 236/120. My blood sugar is running in the 200’s so I’m shooting insulin three times a day. I’m an unholy trifecta of health problems right now. I had been praying for healing but certainly did not have to go through all this to achieve it. I think I was hoping for more of a miracle than missed child, missed work, missed home. I just hope to God my daughter understands that my being away is not by choice, that I want us together but that I am still financially destitute and severely ill. I still, after all the treatment, cannot get out of bed without taking ten minutes to catch my breath. I don’t know how long I will be in hospital, but I need to start responding NOW to treatment.