Today has been an extremely…traumatic day all in all.  It has been so traumatic I am not sure how to begin.

Firstly, today has been a wonderfully warm day, but the arthritis has had plans on the not-so-good front.  This is something  I am used to, and it still doesn’t make the day any easier to bear.  Finding the silver lining in pain is usually something I am good at, but other circumstances from today have caused the “silver lining” to be more difficult to find, or glimpse.

This day was so bad for me The Husband took the morning off from work.  As he was on his morning stroll with the dogs, he found people moving out of an apartment, which surprised him.  The inhabitants of the apartment are an older couple.  They are in their seventies.  Since moving into the apartment complex they have been our friends from Day 1.  I will call them Mr. and Mrs. K.

The Husband asked Mrs K why they were moving before November – the plan was to move at the beginning of November when their lease was up to Georgetown, a small town to the north of Lexington.  This was so Mrs. K, who has medical problems, could be closer to her daughter.  Their departure early was a bit of a surprise.  The reason for the move is because Wednesday of last week (10/8) Mr. K committed suicide.  He shot himself in the head out by the dumpsters here in the apartment complex.

I was stunned when The Husband told me.  Mrs. K said she was the one who found him and called it in to the police and the emergency services.  Mr. K was not deceased when the police arrived and so Mrs. K had him put on life-support, but took him off the ventilator the next day because there was simply no hope of any sort of a normal-ish recovery.  I am simply stunned and shocked.  I am also hurt because Mr. and Mrs. K are the sweetest of people and the idea he had given up all hope of anything being OK is sad.  It is downright sorrowful.

When I found out about Mr. K and that Mrs. K was moving I wrote down my telephone numbers and the address in case she would like to speak to someone other than a family member, because, sometimes, this helps.  As I was heading down the sidewalk, Mrs. Ks daughter tossed a baby garden snake up onto the sidewalk and nearly in my lap because she was trying to save its life.  I understand this, but it didn’t keep me from squeaking.  This caused us to laugh, and since a car was blocking my progress to their apartment, I turned around and headed to the wheelchair access way wherein my wheelchair decided to dump me out onto the pavement.

No, I didn’t go all the way down onto the pavement, but was out of my chair enough I had to scoot my feet along as I carefully made my way back to the breezeway of our apartment where I could call out to The Husband.  He literally had to pick me up and put me back into the wheelchair before I fell all the way down and hurt myself.  If he had not been home I am not sure what would have happened.

I am glad to report I did not panic, though I sincerely wanted to.  I kept my head until I made it to rescue, but once back in the safety of the apartment I lapsed into tears.  They were tears of relief, of sorrow, and so many more emotions rolled into one.  I also could not stop from shaking from head to toe.  The Husband told me to get hold of myself, I wasn’t hurt, and everything was over now.  I tried following his advice, but it took a long time for me to get back under control.  Even now I feel…anxious even though I know my wheelchair is safe and a repairman is coming out Wednesday to look at the wheelchair to adjust the tilt wheels:  They are just up too far to keep me safe.

When I called the wheelchair repair place I also asked about the replacement controller.  I knew it was going to take a while to get it, so I asked when it was going to be in.  Billy of Nu Motion looked on his computer and discovered the order for the controller had been cancelled by the tech who had originally ordered it, and they had also marked the repair done before quitting.  Yes, quitting.  Billy is one of the most caring individuals and when I told him why I needed the tilt wheels his first question was, “Are you hurt?  Is there someone with you?!”  God bless him!  When he found out what had happened with the controller issue he became even more upset.

While all of this was going on – no, the day is not finished yet – The Husband and Cheyenne moved my desk top into the living room per my request so I would stay warm in winter and cool in summer as I worked.  The desk top and all accoutrements were put together with ease, but the PC itself, the CPU (tower) would not work.  As Cheyenne delved into the reasons why, it was discovered the power source had gone out.  *sigh*

I am glad to report The Husband and Cheyenne immediately ordered a new power supply and it should be in within a 4 to 10 days.  Cheyenne is going to put it in for me and I should be up and running within the next two weeks.  So, for now, I keep using The Husband’s laptop.

Today has not been a wonderful day for me, so I am going to play on-line games, play with the dogs, look after the turtle, and pray for Mrs. K and the soul of Mr. K.

Tomorrow, surely, will be better.

About Henrietta Handy

I have returned home to the mountains. No more am I "a mountain-girl far from home." Diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at 2 1/2, I understand pain, fatigue, laughter, joy, and love all while on crutches and in wheelchairs. This blog is just about me, mostly the writing side, but there are forays into so many different topics. I am married to a wonderful husband who puts up with my writing, knitting, yarn, with the love of a saint. We have fur babies, and one cat who rules us all.
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2 Responses to Today

  1. I am sorry so many things happened to you in such a brief period of time. Happy to hear the issue with the computer and wheelchair being resolved. But saddened, to hear of your neighbor’s death.


  2. Brian Bixby says:

    Best hopes for the morrow. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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