Life right now is insane. And it has been so for the last couple weeks. Let me explain.
- Mid October I find out I am going to need knee surgery
- NEXT DAY I get an offer for my new job (!!!!!!!!!)
- Day after that I have to tell the job I love I’m leaving. There are many tears
- October 20th — Adam and I tour our dream house
- October 21st — Put in offer to buy house
- October 23rd — Offer accepted! Much celebration!
- October 24th — Apply for loan and begin herding the cats known as the banks, lawyers, titles, sellers, inspections, etc
- October 29th — Last day of work at old job
- October 30th — Knee surgery
- October 31st — Find out our renters living in our Olympia house are moving out. Say, “FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK really loudly.”
- October 30th – November 8th — I am completely no help with anything, can hardly even bathe myself, and Adam has to do everything. Feelings of hopelessness creep in, and I spend more than one night lying in bed at 3am in pain, unable to get comfortable, sobbing into my pillow. #surgeryisawesome
- November 11th — First day of new job while experiencing a pretty high level of knee pain and walking like a zombie.
AND WE’RE NOT DONE YET! We still need to cross our fingers someone rents the place we’re in now (we’ve accepted we’re probably paying December rent even though we wont live here. LAME), we get the keys to our new house on Monday the 25th, “we” (Adam) need to paint the entire upstairs of the house because the last owners thought blood red on the walls AND CEILING was an awesome idea, have carpet installed, install new baseboards in the upstairs, AND move in over Thanksgiving weekend.
All this of course being a hell of a lot easier if I wasn’t a cripple and completely unable to help with moving, most of the painting, or basically, anything.
I’m walking without crutches, but my physical therapist says my knee wont be 100% healed for 6-8 weeks post surgery and something like moving is 256,000,000% NOT the kind of thing I should be doing. So, yeah, I feel like a helpless piece of shit.
But, we’ve made it this far. I’m crutch free, I’m driving, I can do things like make dinner and feed the dogs again, my first week of work at my OMG SO AWESOME SO MANY CAPITAL LETTERS new job is over, and we’ll just have to keep plugging along till it’s all over.
And once it is, Adam and I don’t plan to do anything, or go anywhere for basically all of 2014.