May 2024 I thought I already published a blog. Such as life

 

😉 Such as life.  It's been ten years, since my motorcycle accident. I was wearing my leathers and helmet-it was a perfect, sunny day. Then the covered-up pothole was in the middle of the street.  I guess I flipped my bike and hit my head.  I had 1% chance of surviving and having no quality of life.   I woke up 6 days into the coma and found out I was air-lifted to the hospital.  I missed it-my first helicopter ride, and I was in a coma!  Before my awakened moment, my family told me I was scheduled for surgery, to have a feeding tube placed, after 6 days of no eating.  On that day, I woke up and was taken off of the surgical list.  My name disappeared off of the screen in the waiting room and in shear panic, my family ran back to my room...Suprise! I was awake. (not remembering anything, i was told all this later). I remember the migraines, for sure. I don't know what state I was in, but I was told when the doctor asked me to name 3 animals, it was monkey, giraffe and rhino, not like bird, cat and dog. I also remember when someone asked me who the President of the United Sates was, I said "Mrs. Clinton". That got a laugh.   Once I started becoming a smart-ass (again) and flipping folks off, my family knew that I was going to be alright.  I am living with the unexplained-learn-as-you-go, clear-as-mud theory.  In the beginning, everyone was telling me what to do and how to do it, until I ventured out on my own, feeling somewhat confident, the first year. Learning to walk and tie my shoes, again, to driving, once again.  Of course, it came with mistakes along the way.  At first, I had to walk everywhere, graduated to taking the bus- that's a story within itself, then finally driving.  I'm still learning "feelings" and "attitudes" and "side remarks" of people.  My favorite is learning how to do other people's jobs for them because they can't seem to do it, even though they're the ones that are getting paid.  From medical insurance, to appointments, you name it.  You have to know what questions to ask to get the right answers, instead of them to divulge any helpful information, whatsoever.  And they say I have a brain injury?! 

Most recently, I sold my house. It closes tomorrow. I am learning all about that, again, also.  My sister is helping me out with the details.  I've lived there for 14 years but can no longer afford to pay the small mortgage with all the inflation going on, living off SSDisability.  It's difficult for me to hold a FT job, again. Even a PT isn't worth it to affect the disability I'm getting.   My plan is to get this money from my house, buy a stick house or something with cash and not have any mortgage.  I know what you're thinking.."it must be nice"...not yet.  Like a bad divorce, half my equity went away.  So, anywhere I land, I will adjust and learn to be happy with no mortgage payment. Whether it's a house or being a traveling Nomad-not sure.   My daughter wants me to be there with her and her little ones, my sister wants me to live near her and to own a duplex-passive income and my son just wants me to be happy with whatever I do.  Me, the time has come, since my house closes tomorrow, to make up my mind, which I find myself between homes and still not sure.  Outside of this house money, I am financially strapped- I want to do good with this house money and not have any bills. SSD/Medicare is telling me I need to buy a permanent home withing 90 days or I'll lose benefits. No pressure there.  I can buy a fixer upper, with no skills and not a whole lot of money.  I'll have nothing but time to fix it up-I have a lot of time on my hands.  I watch YOU Tube and dream of traveling and DIY things. Well, I'm a better destination-er than I am a traveler. 

I packed my entire house into a moving truck, that was loud, with a stressed-out dog-buddy of mine and drove over 2 thousand miles. Landed at my sisters, bless her heart. I'm taking it day by day and haven't quite broken down yet. Not sure if I will- it's done, my house is sold. I think what made it easy is because I didn't have much of a choice to not sell and I was only surviving there. That and my neighbor across the street was a big creeper.  My house served its purpose, I wasn't happy there any longer, my children are grown and have their own lives. It was a less than mediocre life, there.  My best friend, before she passed, said " You need to find your own path".  I miss our laughs!  I will listen to her advice.

*my tip for packing; # the box and put the details of contents in your phone.  That way, you will find what you are looking for- if you need it from storage.  Keep your important records and cash with you-not in storage facility.

More to come! - Mazsa