Two weeks ago I had a lengthy discussion with the Infectious Disease Specialist (IDS) and we were debating the pros and cons of aggressive care vs. comfort care. The simple act of discussing a transition seemed to light a fire under Martha who alerted up a bit.
However, a week later we're back at the same point and a meeting is scheduled for Friday morning. The whole family is coming - mom, dad, me, the IDS and the "Hospitalist" (Just a Doctor Doctor.)
To be honest, it will be nice not to do that meeting alone even though I could and would.
Last weekend I finished moving Martha's crap out of her house. It sucked doing it alone, and the unfunness of it was compounded by a not-so-nice phone call from her landlady who threatened to sue Martha for damages to her beautiful house. WHATEVER LADY.
I did run into her in the driveway but didn't speak to her. I think she could tell that she shouldn't get in my way. I would have been happy to call her a heartless, selfish, shitty landlord- but alas. I held my tongue. I didn't bother to vacuum or sweep, frankly I don't give a shit about that place.
I did take photographs in case she haunts my mailbox or sends a lawyer my way. I wonder if she thinks I'm going to be intimidated into covering the damages. NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!
So, we're almost done. The really great thing about mom and dad coming up (other than the visit) is we'll be able to drive Martha's car back down this way so I can sell it. I'm not looking forward to driving that thing myself, but it has to be done. We should (as in a good idea that won't happen) remove the snow tires before the trip to Seattle. I think we'll risk the ticket.
So, gotta run. Mom & Dad are coming so I have to clean up a bit.
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