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Dec. 7th, 2004 02:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
drewbearWe've had to move my grandmother into a nursing home over in Longview, as she has deteriorated past the point of being able to take care of herself, even with the limited assistance (med management, provided meals, etc) that she had at the other place. She now needs or will quickly need round-the-clock attention, and therefore: the nursing home.
A side effect of this is that all the new furniture we bought for her to use at the assisted living facility is now stored at the house on the hill, since the nursing facility is fully furnished. Mom is going to Longview for the week to help finalize Grandma's move and to help the people on the scene (my great-aunt, uncle and aunt) work through finances and the possibility of a medical malpractice suit against Grandma's long-term doctor, who completely failed to notice the brain damage from the minor strokes that Grandma's apparently been having for years. ::sigh::
Anyway, since the brand-new double bed isn't going to be in use there, and I need a new bed anyway, Mom is planning on bringing me the bed when she comes back. Which means that I get to clean and re-arrange my bedroom in preparation for a larger bed. I had no *idea* how much years-old crap I had accumulated. I'm not even halfway through what I want to do, and I've already filled one of those 2-gallon trashbags with assorted detritus and now-useless papers.
I'm such a packrat, it's not even funny.
A side effect of this is that all the new furniture we bought for her to use at the assisted living facility is now stored at the house on the hill, since the nursing facility is fully furnished. Mom is going to Longview for the week to help finalize Grandma's move and to help the people on the scene (my great-aunt, uncle and aunt) work through finances and the possibility of a medical malpractice suit against Grandma's long-term doctor, who completely failed to notice the brain damage from the minor strokes that Grandma's apparently been having for years. ::sigh::
Anyway, since the brand-new double bed isn't going to be in use there, and I need a new bed anyway, Mom is planning on bringing me the bed when she comes back. Which means that I get to clean and re-arrange my bedroom in preparation for a larger bed. I had no *idea* how much years-old crap I had accumulated. I'm not even halfway through what I want to do, and I've already filled one of those 2-gallon trashbags with assorted detritus and now-useless papers.
I'm such a packrat, it's not even funny.
