So I get a problem in December. My windows computer bit the dust for good, and so did my Ubuntu computer. Finally, a week ago, I switched from Ubuntu to Linux Mint. I had to install Mint twice, but -- fingers crossed -- everything is fine now.
Then right after Christmas, my right shoulder, right arm, right upper quadrant of my back suddenly became so painful that I couldn't even hold a coffee cup. I knew the cause - helping my cousin move his legs around (he has no control over them) was a Big Mistake. Legs are heavy. It took until last weak for my back, etc., to heal. The last couple of weeks it got a little better, and then it was gone. I am very glad about that.
Solution is simple: Just say no to helping my cousin with his legs or anything else that I should have been saying no to all this time.
The good news is that one of my sons, who hasn't spoken to me for nearly two years, came to visit. He has been here since Feb. 15 and I think he's going back to California next week. That amazed me, and as far as I know, all is well with us.
My husband has been having problems since the end of October. First, he fell, couldn't get up, and senior came with the fire department and they took him to a hospital. Then he was put in rehab for 2 weeks. Then he was moved to a nursing home until around Dec 15. Then he was moved ot a personal care home (which cannot take Medicaid).
Senior services wanted his landlord's name and phone number. The woman said they wanted to get him evicted so they could provide him with senior housing. I did not give her the info. I suspect they found out anyway because husband got evicted. The landlord suddenly showed up from California. All his belongings were moved to a storage room, and he had 30 days to retrieve them for $12,000!!! After eviction, I called senior services and they said, sorry, because he is homeless we cannot provide services to him.
Meanwhile, husband feels like he is in prison. He decides to ditch the personal care home at the end of December. They couldn't stop him from leaving, so a new adventure begins.
First he stayed in hotels in his town. Every morning, the police would arrive to do a wellness check, and then he'd change hotels.
Then he moved to a hotel near Cleveland to get out of PA's jurisdiction.Then he went back to his town, and same thing happened with the wellness checks, so he decided to go to another town about 2 hours away. On the way, he fell, and was admitted to the hospital for a couple of days. Once he got there, he fell again and was admitted to a hospital for 3 weeks. While there, he had 3 neuro-psych exams. After the first two, elder services got emergency guardianship over him with regard to his lack of competence to make medical decisions.
Two days later, a 3rd exam, and the guardianship was rescinded. Husband leaves hospital. He has some cash, but not enough to do much except gas up the car and head back to his town. No money because his debit card is missing from his wallet. It's dark and rainy. He doesn't get far because he runs off the road on the interstate. State cops come by and take him to yet another hospital, where he has been for 2 weeks.
He gets another neuropsych exam. He fails it. On Thursday he has a hearing in court to get a guardian to make *all* decisions for him - not just medical. So far, he has passed two exams and failed two.
All this time, I've been on the phone with what feels like a zillion people, keeping up with what is going on. This will be another day of that, because he needs a lawyer. Meanwhile, he is frantic to get out of the hospital, but he still has no debit card. He feels like he is in prison, and I don't blame him. I've also got to find his car. Neither he nor the car were injured. Not so sure about the car because it was towed and I haven't found it yet. The police didn't impound it.
Back at the ranch, Cousin had an operation on his foot on Feb 15, and was confined to bed for a month because his wheelchair broke. This was a very peaceful time for me because my sons and his nurse took care of him. Also because I went in his room twice a day, and was not subjected to him wheeling around, watching everything I do.
All I know is that when the boys go back to CA, I will not be involved in doing anything for Cousin that will risk hurting my back again. The pain was severe, and legs that are a dead weight are very heavy. He has spasms frequently which get them out of kilter. My son said, "just say no", and that's what I've been doing. Cousin has finally gotten the message.
I'll be back later to read the forums. I tried to come on here using my son's computer, but I had changed my password and couldn't get on. Today, it dawned on me to reset it, and for once I did something right and had earlier changed the email address to one that is active. It was a piece of cake!