My dad could be released on Thursday (wasn't my choice - my dad's wishes overrode mine, according to the social services) and my chest is heavy and short of breath from the stress I've been under. Literally hours of phone calls but not even half of what I intended to accomplish. Bullet-pointing the issues:
- Brother is full of crap. Keeps parroting the same phrases to me over and over but without actually helping financially or physically. "Can't" help me if I end up homeless. Starts crying about how he loves me so much and that the family needs me.
- Not done ordering the equipment but might not need to if the handyman finds certain things at the discount store.
- Can't really afford hired help but since Medicaid would take away everything, we can't do that because my brother "can't" help me if I end up penniless.
- Am dreading extremely badly the loss of sleep that might ensue. I have been doing better in the house by myself, aside from certain repairs that are desperately needed.
- I feel pity for my dad in the nursing home but it was keeping that slimy relative (and his son) away who wanted to come over to the house.
- I have to go from some peace and quiet currently to a bunch of people coming/going in the house to do assessments on my dad. I just want people to stay away from me.
- Petrified that my dad will think it's a good idea to marry that slimy son in order to not be homeless.
- Petrified that my faith life will be destroyed.
- To be brutally honest, I am losing interest in the Christian faith because it is actually making me feel more in agony. My dad is not good enough to go to heaven, but not bad enough to go to hell.
- I did contact a lady from church (a friend, not just random) and she wants updates of what is going on but I'm afraid to look like a hobo if I have to be completely honest with her about what my fears are.
I keep hoping that I'm overstating the gravity of the situation.
- Brother is full of crap. Keeps parroting the same phrases to me over and over but without actually helping financially or physically. "Can't" help me if I end up homeless. Starts crying about how he loves me so much and that the family needs me.
- Not done ordering the equipment but might not need to if the handyman finds certain things at the discount store.
- Can't really afford hired help but since Medicaid would take away everything, we can't do that because my brother "can't" help me if I end up penniless.
- Am dreading extremely badly the loss of sleep that might ensue. I have been doing better in the house by myself, aside from certain repairs that are desperately needed.
- I feel pity for my dad in the nursing home but it was keeping that slimy relative (and his son) away who wanted to come over to the house.
- I have to go from some peace and quiet currently to a bunch of people coming/going in the house to do assessments on my dad. I just want people to stay away from me.
- Petrified that my dad will think it's a good idea to marry that slimy son in order to not be homeless.
- Petrified that my faith life will be destroyed.
- To be brutally honest, I am losing interest in the Christian faith because it is actually making me feel more in agony. My dad is not good enough to go to heaven, but not bad enough to go to hell.
- I did contact a lady from church (a friend, not just random) and she wants updates of what is going on but I'm afraid to look like a hobo if I have to be completely honest with her about what my fears are.
I keep hoping that I'm overstating the gravity of the situation.