2025: One battle after another...

2025 was some bullshit, so glad it's over.

I always say that I have more work to do outside of work than I do at work. My dad passed away on December 11th. I'm less bothered by him being gone than I am by the amount of work needed to do since he passed, a lot of it being due to my mom having dementia. My "outside work" workload has effectively doubled from what it normally is, and has added more chaos to my already clouded brain. The work in the smallest nutshell I can put it in is:

1. Making sure mom is taken care of, which involves making sure she has money coming in every month, and making sure her health is squared away.
2. Moving back to mom's house, which involves clearing out one or more rooms to make room for some of my stuff, and packing stuff from my apartment to go there. There's also the matter of moving the cats from the apartment to the house. All of my cats want to be the only cat, and transitioning them from the apartment to the house will be a tremendous pain in the ass.

Trust me, that's more work than I made it sound like, especially for someone with a bad case of executive dysfunction. I also have to take care of myself.

What's new? (July 2025)

 So, what is new in my world, you might ask? Well, my dad was in the hospital a few weeks ago. He had some fluid surrounding his heart. They drained the fluid, and he's been feeling a little better since, but the doctors are only giving him a few months to live if he doesn't start doing dialysis, and have even suggested hospice care. Granted, his kidneys have been failing for about three years now, and they didn't expect him to live this long without dialysis. My dad is more concerned about my mom, as are my brother and I. She has two kinds of dementia along with a mix of bipolar disorder and schizophrenia. Her memory was never great, but now it's pretty much shit, and she will not be able to live alone when dad dies. My brother and I tried to get them to get some of their affairs in order so we're not all totally fucked when dad dies, but, and I can't think of a better way to say this, they're being kind of stupid about it.

One thing I know is that I will have to move back into their house at some point.