Hi Karen
@copsham WELL!! I finally found time to leave you some lurve

Haven't YOU been a busy girl!! and not in a good way

I've been thinking about leaving you a little post since you fell down your step (I wonder if it's why they call them "stoops" in the US... 'coz you feel STOOPid when you fall down 'em

) but didn't realize just how serious, no that sounds too dramatic, how COMPLICATED it had all become for you...... I'm SO sorry you're going through this stuff

you really don't deserve it (not sure I know anyone that DOES deserve it but you know what I mean... you've been such a light in the lives of other recovering addicts, I mean THR recipients, that you really should have had a good run)
If it's any consolation my bum still hurts

Nah, it's nowhere near as bad, but I do have a chest infection - courtesy of bragging about "never getting sick", I think I've said before the Universe doesn't like braggers. I got it (probably, who really knows) from my grandkids. I remember years ago listening to a Bill Cosby (I know, he's persona non gratia now, but not then!) tape and he was saying there's nothing more terrifying than a two year old with a cold, following you around the house with a runny nose saying "I wanna a kiss"... I can tell you now there IS... two year old TWINS with a cold etc We've been looking after the little guys a lot as there is so much bad stuff going on in their family life right now, not personal issues, what we would call First World Problems; I thought to distract you I'd share the sorry saga:
The plaster on their ENTIRE home failed, it was still under the Builder's guarantee when it first became apparent that major repair was going to be required... they tried "bodging" it up when the twins were a few months old, dismal failure and it has taken my son and DIL 18 months (and a lawyer) to get the builder (for whom my DIL worked at the time, she's resigned too embarrassing!!) to do the job properly.
Now in this case I use the term"properly" loosely, as it has been a shamozzle from Day 1. They had to be moved out into long term rental (builder's paying, so they tried to get them to stay in some dump at first, but my son is his mother's son and THAT wasn't going to happen; he said, I have a five year old five bedroom pristine home, that's what I intend to live in for the duration") they couldn't get one place for the nine weeks they allocated for the repair, so they had to move to one place for five weeks then move again to the place they're in for ostensibly four more. Nice houses both, but not home, and miles away from where they live which is close to us. The moving company they sent was called "Cheap Removals"

If it had been "Affordable" my son MAY have gone for it, but he paid extra and got his own movers.
What happens if it runs over schedule asks son, it won't says supervisor, NINE weeks on from that, five weeks over-schedule they're still not back in - that's a total of 14 weeks, with two year old twins and a business run from home... he is having to drive to a yard where he keeps his truck (a friend kindly lets him use yard space) then to his home where his machinery is kept then on to wherever his work is for the day... reverse procedure in the evening adding an hour and a half to every working day, he hardly sees his kids.
The repairers then covered the tiled floors (porcelain, can't get them any more, cost a mint, please be careful) - didn't cover the edges, fight with builder. Pulled up the carpets and threw them into the garage, don't they need to be rolled up asks Matt, mind your business was essentially the reply. Chip all the plaster off the walls... well that was easy the plasterer says, I only needed a PAINT SCRAPER and it fell off! Well, duh, we told you it was a problem. Could you please put something in the spa to stop the shards of plaster chipping it, geez you're fussy says plasterer/builder. Hmm, thinking we might be on different pages re what's expected out of this!
House gets re-plastered. Send in the painters... walls are too wet, I won't paint until they're drier or it will just peel off, fair enough. Send in the tiler... he re-tiles shower without damp proofing, chip off tiles, retiles, wrong tiles, re-tile, wrong bond.... ARE YOU SERIOUS??? Re-tile. Painter repaints doors and frames as they have been damaged, wrong paint; wrong colour, wrong finish; his email said "white or off white" so he went white... didn't think to ask, or even look at what was on there to start with... and what does "off white" mean anyway, the devil's in the detail. Finally walls are dry enough to repaint, you guessed it WRONG COLOUR, WRONG FINISH... they're getting redone this week. Sort of good really because when they went to put the carpet back in it's ruined... should have been rolled up instead of chucked in a heap, who knew? Well my son actually, you know the fussy one.
Order new carpet, they all come from the Eastern States, as usual, so next week... fine. DIL happens to get copy of email with details of "her" order sent between carpet shop and manufacturer... WRONG carpet, she rings them straight away to tell them, gets an earful about how there's no recourse for change of mind, I haven't changed my mind, look here's MY email ordering the carpet I want. Well that one (only that colour, none of the rest in the range, yeah right!) has to come from New Zealand so you'll have to wait until mid August, we won't pay for your accommodation (my son can't cope that long either) so you'll have to move back in without carpet. In the middle of our winter, with two year old twins, errrr, NO.
So the situation as of today is that the (disgruntled) painter is repainting the walls today, new robes (they butchered the old ones when they tried refitting them, sigh, are going in today or tomorrow, the carpet for the front of the house is being fitted next Wednesday and the trashed carpet is being put back in to the rear of the house with the folds and torn joins until the new carpet for that area arrives and can be fitted. At which point I'm sure, a fresh fight begins!!
All of these delays, disputes, moves and drama have involved us babysitting the kids, and we've been trying to give my son and DIL some free time as the STRESS has been horrendous!! They've been falling sick and dealing with it all with two little ones out of their routine has not been easy, my DIL is a BRICK, I would have been a gooey mess long before this for sure. But now, after looking after two snot machines last weekend, I have a chest infection, boo hoo poor me
... and that's the end of the story

Well, hope it is, or will be when they move next weekend.
The really GOOD news out of all this is, once again it's been proven, WE SURVIVE.... and the hip's been really well behaved (mmm, when I think of it maybe my tendinitis is good because I've been taking Paracetemol regularly for the virus!) or maybe it's finally on it's way out!! Live in hope!
Fifi came up last week to visit all the family, it's the first time we've seen her since her op - she's doing really well!! We went shopping together with my Mum to buy something for Fi's new grandaughter born while she was up, which was nice. Baby was born on her due date, which is quite unusual, and Fi thought she may miss out if her DIL went too far overdue (there's only so long Fi can be away from the bush, it calls her like a siren, lol) She's taken her 10 year old and her 4 year old grandsons (one baby's brother, one cousin) back down with her for a few weeks, so you can see she's got confidence in that new hip!!
Look after yourself, and to think positively, you should be safe from falls laying on that there sofa

by the by, Tramadol (though it sounds like you don't really need it) was FAB for me, so much better than the Oxy whatevers!!
Seriously, hope you're coping okay, sending cyber hugs from the land down under
Donna
