I am gonna be offline for an indefinite period of time. We being evicted, and if we're lucky, we'll have until Friday. I won't go into the details but the words "predatory lending" come to mind. So I have at most 3 days to pack up everything. I have no idea where we'll be living. We're on a waiting list for low income housing (we have about $2K a month between my Social Security and his Navy pension which 't exactly princely despite what Paul Ryan believes. I don't know where we;; be living. I am trying to keep him stress-free as possible during this time--his health is what matters, that and and keeping my cats--and I suspect MiL MIGHT give US house room, but the cats wouldn't be allowed. I will NOT give up my cats.
Why didn't we act earlier?
Frankly, he was still in recovery until March, and at that point it was too late to do anything about the eviction.
My husband has had to drop out of cardio rehab for the time being. He's having blood pressure issues because his cardiologist changed his meds and they're playing with dosages. The people at the cardio rehab are okay. The dietician has one of those unfortunate grating voices, a combo of the worst points of Sarah Palin and Wicked Witch of the West (I kept expecting her to say "I'll get you, my pretty, and yout little dog too). I decided that when Ben restarts rehab, I'll start wearing ear plugs. If I sit in the waiting room, I am beset by screaming children and crying babies (not what you need when you're suffering from allergy-induced and pressure change headaches) ; if I wait in the gym areas, it's Fox News and men my age discussing golf and politics (always right-wing; this is Gainesville, GA,after all).
I haven't been on lately because we've either been running to his appointments or I've been sick from sinus and allergies--two rounds of antibiotics earlier since the middle of February, and two rounds of steroid shots for the allergies, the most recent last week. I've been coughing pretty much non-stop and still am. I've become an expert on the variation in color of not.
There is one bit of good news. We got the hospital bill. I was expecting we'd owe at least $20K. Sence we've already gone bankrupt, I had no idea how we'd pay it. But when the bill came, it was a miracle. Tricare Prime paid for all but $200. And the hospital gave us a discount of $50 for paying in full. SOMETHING had to go right somewhere.
And if anyone feels the need to lecture me for not plunging ahead in dealings with the bank, just DON'T--my name isn't on the mortgage so I couldn't do so legally. And read the part about my being sick as a dog for the last couple of months. Then there's that little thing that happened to my husband: quintuple bypass with 2 blood clots and pneumonia (which required a second round of antibiotics from our GP to clear up).
Someday I'll tell you the full, sad story, when I can deal with it without screaming. It involves MiL, my father with dementia, and the fact that no good deed goes unpunished.
I don't care about the house. I care about my husband, a roof over our head and our cats. Period. Anything else can be replaced.
UPDATE: I am going to be away from the computer. I have to start dinner when Ben comes home from collecting boxes from his mother. After that I'll be packing up books. With a break at 10 pm to watch The Blacklist because the carnage will be soothing after what we've been through lately.
And if anyone is willing to rehome for a time one of my 5 cats, kosmail me. I should have access online tomorrow--but with that terrible storm bearing down at GA, I may not be able to get a connection,.