Mid Divorce, again. The beginning
So I'm thinking. If I blog my issues, then I can vent and entertain, and not take so much shit from the friends and relatives all over Facebook.
I've been through a shit storm this year. A total and complete shit storm.
Is 2018 over yet?
Living at almost 8000 feet above sea level was doing a number on me as we rang in the year... my blood oxygen was 92 sitting still, and plummeting to about 86 when I slept, requiring me to suddenly use oxygen. For goodness sake, I'm 53, not 73. I quit smoking. I tried all kinds of things...
I'd been and still was, looking for another "couple position" but back in an area that was below 3000 ft. That's the magical number that starts to cause problems with normal, non-Andean humans.
I'd found one that seemed promising. I responded right away, and was able to send Chris right over as he was visiting his Texas friend Boyd. Chris did a great job of hitting it off with the family. Sure, but it was me who got him "in the door" as they say, with our photos, resume, and well-crafted cover letter.
It took them almost 6 weeks to make up their mind, but ultimately, come March, we had a new offer. One that was predominately for him, and only part time for me. But I was OK with that. I was going to have the freedom to come up with other ventures. I was excited about that, to be clear.
April 2nd he left Colorado. April the 9th I left, and went via Arizona, so as to visit the Dads.
So it was about April 15th I arrived in Hill Country of Texas - near Fredricksburg and Kerrville.
I really liked it, and I liked the "feel" of the town a lot better than other small places I'd been. We had to stay in the primitive 1 bedroom rustic cabin while the caretaker house was getting remodeled by Chris... fine. Remodel away...
Except, I'd only been there 2 weeks and 4 days when I got a frantic call with my Dad in the hospital in Tucson. Chris had gone up to his friend Boyd's, about 2 hours north, and I had to call him to come back so I could go and see to my Dad. I flew my daughter directly into Tucson right away, as it was a 12 hour drive. He went in Friday night, I was there, mid day Sunday.
When you find that your dad's weird paranoia, and getting more forgetfulness is full-blown Dementia - most likely Alzheimer's - and it really hits you just how bad this is... well that is a bad bad day.
One of the worst days ever. Suddenly Google is educating you on what that actually means...
So there's steps one and two of the shit show. Have to leave beautiful Colorado, living at one of the most beautiful places I have ever been... and finding your Dad, well really, he's gone. And wait it gets worse. This is #1 and #2
I've been through a shit storm this year. A total and complete shit storm.
Is 2018 over yet?
Living at almost 8000 feet above sea level was doing a number on me as we rang in the year... my blood oxygen was 92 sitting still, and plummeting to about 86 when I slept, requiring me to suddenly use oxygen. For goodness sake, I'm 53, not 73. I quit smoking. I tried all kinds of things...
I'd been and still was, looking for another "couple position" but back in an area that was below 3000 ft. That's the magical number that starts to cause problems with normal, non-Andean humans.
I'd found one that seemed promising. I responded right away, and was able to send Chris right over as he was visiting his Texas friend Boyd. Chris did a great job of hitting it off with the family. Sure, but it was me who got him "in the door" as they say, with our photos, resume, and well-crafted cover letter.
It took them almost 6 weeks to make up their mind, but ultimately, come March, we had a new offer. One that was predominately for him, and only part time for me. But I was OK with that. I was going to have the freedom to come up with other ventures. I was excited about that, to be clear.
April 2nd he left Colorado. April the 9th I left, and went via Arizona, so as to visit the Dads.
So it was about April 15th I arrived in Hill Country of Texas - near Fredricksburg and Kerrville.
I really liked it, and I liked the "feel" of the town a lot better than other small places I'd been. We had to stay in the primitive 1 bedroom rustic cabin while the caretaker house was getting remodeled by Chris... fine. Remodel away...
Except, I'd only been there 2 weeks and 4 days when I got a frantic call with my Dad in the hospital in Tucson. Chris had gone up to his friend Boyd's, about 2 hours north, and I had to call him to come back so I could go and see to my Dad. I flew my daughter directly into Tucson right away, as it was a 12 hour drive. He went in Friday night, I was there, mid day Sunday.
When you find that your dad's weird paranoia, and getting more forgetfulness is full-blown Dementia - most likely Alzheimer's - and it really hits you just how bad this is... well that is a bad bad day.
One of the worst days ever. Suddenly Google is educating you on what that actually means...
So there's steps one and two of the shit show. Have to leave beautiful Colorado, living at one of the most beautiful places I have ever been... and finding your Dad, well really, he's gone. And wait it gets worse. This is #1 and #2
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