Should be interesting
After dealing with some unpleasantness with my mother yesterday, I took a bit of a break today so that we could both cool down a bit. She became really attached to some exercise equipment that she’s not seen in a decade nor is able to use at all in her condition and we mother/daughter’d it a bit.
I stayed home with Iz, cleaned up a little and played with her while nursing my foot that seems to be getting worse and not better. I have an appointment with one of the doctors at the office to take a look at it and see if I didn’t fracture it back when I thought I was a 37 year-old high school basketball superstar in Birks. Some days I can barely walk on it and have to stick to the ball of my foot and take lots of Motrin. I’ve had more important things to worry about and it’s not always horrible so I’ve put off seeing the doctor for it until now. I also need a refill on a med and Jeff told me to just call and make an appointment since he’ll be home tomorrow. He made me call because he knew I’d just keep putting it off and taking Motrin and hobbling around like a fool. Gotta love him.
I did accomplish calling the insurance company to make a claim and an adjuster is supposed to call me within the next 24 hours to have a chat. We’ll see how it goes. I’ll try to get them to at least come out and look so we know what we’re dealing with and if it’s covered. I hope it is because the thought of cleaning that shit up or how much it might cost to pay someone to do it isn’t something I want to think about right now. Mike also pointed out that the tiles down there are asbestos and we’ve been pulling them up. We’re geniuses, I know. Heh. I had no idea. No matter what, though, it has to get fixed because it’s not fit to be down there.
I hope my mother doesn’t get bright ideas about going down there and fixing the mold herself. She was going on about cleaning mold off the garage door (somehow I don’t think it was mold but there’s no arguing with her) and how she used a little bleach bla bla bla. Jeff and I ended up feeling less than stellar after being down there so that’s all I need is for her to go down there and get herself sick while no one is there with her. She never called today but I’m chalking that one up to being pissed at me. I’ll see her tomorrow or Jeff will when he goes to cut her grass and she’ll be over it. This is really stressful on us all; I just wish she’d appreciate a bit more what I’m doing for her. Some days she acts as if I’m trying to stuff her in a coffin but she’s always had a flair for drama. I’ll be glad when this is over.
