A bunch of generally unpleasant things happened yesterday. (Whining wall of text incoming:)
1) recently my parents started pushing the idea that I ought to become a homeowner. Not in the "we're kicking you out" sense, but in a "you should buy something before these insane prices get even worse, and rent it out if you don't want to live on your own" sense.
Since on some level I realize it's a sensible idea (although I have no inclination whatsoever to actually deal with this type of crap or try to make money on it by buying and then re-selling- I have like 0 brain for business/profit opportunities- I realize that it's a sensible thing to do, so I agree with them.
So last week a condo appt down the street is listed, we check it out, it's decent, we put in the paperwork for an offer. It's old, and we put in an offer a few k over the asking price. Our Realtor tells us that similar properties generally sold at or below asking price.
Yesterday was the offer presentation. There were like 6 offers, and ours were rejected in tthe first round- meaning we didn't even qualify for a bidding war.
I'm not upset that we didn't get the place (I'm pretty ambivalent about the whole thing, and not particularly keen to chain myself down with a mortgage obligation). But I'm annoyed and unnerved by the general trend and how f-d up real estate is getting in the city.
2) my grandmother had an appointment with a neurosurgeon to review her recent MRI. Basically, she finally, after 3 years got a proper diagnosis (she's had back problems. All Drs. assumed it was her low back, which was more or less fine on exams, while she's got major spinal cord compression in her upper back). And since it's been so long, there's basically nothing to do about it now (in the surgeon's words: "you should've had surgery withing the first 3 days of it happening" .
She's not completely disabled, and she's avoided significant deterioration over the last 3 years (although we're all silently despairing over her weight issues, her pain-focused avoidance of activity, etc. It's especially hard on my mom, who generally vents it to me.
Basically, it's the helplessness of it all tha's getting me down a bit. I'm
3) And on top of this, I did not sleep well, because of the stupid splint I have to wear for my elbow, which I'm not sure is actually helping. I feel like I can actually "touch" the extra bone tissue I supposedly developed (osteoporosis), which is what's preventing me from extending it fully- and I dunno if it's real, or if it's in my head. I know the splint is supposed to work gradually, but I'm feeling like I'm starting to lose patience.
And once again, functionally, it doesn't really affect me (pretty much whenever I'm doing anything, my arms are bent at the elbows anyways). And I don't feel pain or discomfort, except when I actually do stuff to try to extend it further than I really "need to" to get by. So it's quite literally just the
knowing that it's not totally ok that's there.
Generally, I'm pretty good at ignoring things I have no control over. But this is one of those occasions when too many small things happen at once, and it managed to get to me.
This post has been edited by Mentalist: 22 March 2017 - 01:37 PM
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Tiste Simeon, on 21 March 2017 - 09:47 AM, said:
