I just need a vent. And I never start threads in Chat! (no idea why, I just don't think I ever have. I've been on MN since 2006... and this thread is revealing as hell and I don't want anyone I know in RL spotting me, so I'm using my disguise.
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I'm 51, in perimenopause. On HRT which never seems to have done all that much - except, just perhaps, thicken my womb lining. That was picked up in a transvag scan a few weeks ago and because of my typical bleed pattern (as in, has been that way for years and years) I'm now on an urgent 2 week wait to have a hysteroscopy (under a GA, hope that doesn't hold things up too long). Yay.
My parents are becoming a real source of concern. My dad lives in Lisbon and my mother has never been able to engage with the tedious bureaucratic process to get her post-Brexit paperwork sorted out so although they've been married forever and he's dual nationality, she doesn't have the magic pieces of Portuguese paperwork to prove that she, as a wife of a citizen, should be able to stay in the country as long as she needs to. Which means she has to count her days in an EU country and can't overstay more than 90 days in 180. So that means ...
... that when my increasingly confused and doddery dad has an 'episode' and falls, she might not be in the country to help him. He lives alone in a biggish house, they are emotionally tied to that house (with all the stairs) because of the colony of feral cats they feed and neuter. Yes. So he never comes back to the UK and she goes back and forth. He's 81/2, she's about to turn 79. Both with mobility issues. I was there in January to help after a fall. Yesterday he had another funny turn that luckily has resolved but yesterday evening was spent in 4 way convos with relatives over there, my brother, my mum, the hospital... incredibly stressful. The GP I saw for anxiety yesterday morning said my BP was 'quite high'...!
I am at my wit's end. They reject most suggestions of how to work this out. He very clearly needs either live-in or very regular help at home, or to live in some sort of supported living. No, I wouldn't want that either, not after a lifetime of being independent.
My brother and I just get stone-walled when we try to talk about this situation (oh, and my brother lives in the US...) or a lot of hysterical recriminations. And told it 'makes them ill' to talk about this. Okaaaay.
... and my house seems to be crumbling around my ears. We have a persistent leak between an extension and the original building (bog standard 1920's ex-council semi) which I'm tearing my hair out to get diagnosed. Where is the fecking water getting in?? We have ideas but as with so many leaks, you just have to work your way down a list of Most Likely Offenders until it stops! The money.... The render needs redoing too. And currently have roofers in the shared valley (sub-sub-contracted by the local housing assoc who own the semi next door) who are laying lead in the valley and just told me that OUR roof battens and beams under the tiles (they had to remove in order to lay lead) are rotten and woodwormed! And they are, I got them to take pics on my phone and I've seen the battens they're removing. Very kindly, they are replacing those battens that they need to replace our tiles onto, otherwise they can't get the job done that they were contracted to do.
So. We need a new roof, ours is apparently about to fall in. We need to find the extension leak and fix it. Re-render. Sort out a care plan for my dad in another country and another language (not to mention entirely different culture when it comes to caring for the elderly, I already feel VERY guilty for not having him live with me!) and sort out my mum's paperwork without her cooperation so she's allowed to reside in the same house as her husband. I have to have a general in the next few weeks and a camera and biopsy put up my foof, and I may have endometrial cancer.
I mean. There are other things going on (I'm probably going to have to cancel my participation in a local arts exhibition where I sell things, as I'm running out of time and am stressed out of my head; my older son is going through some shit I think; my younger son is severely autistic and always complicates anything - having to run to Lisbon for an emergency, having repairs or building works done, needing to attend a hospital appointment that I'll have to be picked up from, etc) but these are the big three.
I don't know what I want from this chat. Just wanted to vent. Because honestly, it feels like everything is crumbling around me and I can't stop crying.