Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Swamped/Mom's Saga Continues
Why this is me today, even though my bike isn't loaded down like this:
My uncle, who is my mother's financial advisor, called me this morning to find out what I had done about the Medicare prescription supplement. I reported my accomplishment and he said it was expensive. I said he'd told me to find a plan and sign her up, and I'd found a plan and signed her up, and if he wasn't happy with it, he could un-sign her and start all over. I'd done the best I could, I'm not a financial wizard. He's pushing me to get her supplental health care under a new policy (he doesn't like the one he got for her) and now he wants me to find her a cheaper phone company as well. This is the problem with engaging a family member in any kind of professional capacity. It doesn't go the same as if you were not related. I guess I should put it this way: my uncle, who is pushing 80 himself, is asking me to share the task of getting my mother to an acceptable financial state. Plus, of course, I'm cleaning up her house. I don't think he knows that. And I think he thinks that as a retired 50-something I'm full of energy looking for a place to put it to use to keep from being bored.
That's the loaded panniers on the bike in the picture.
Bike ride: 1:30 easy recovery ride was scheduled. I did a route that comes out to about that and took it very easy, paying no attention to my current speed, average speed, or cadence, just doing whatever kept the ride effortless. The weather was awful. 47*F, windy, with some kind of water in the air... more than mist but less than drizzle. I'll call it mizzle. Yeah, that's it, a raw, mizzling day. I was supposed to do a flat course but we don't have any of those here. The route is 20.45 miles and it took me 1:33, so I've done my assignment for the day. I wasn't really cold on the bike (except my toes) but I can't get warm now. I had hot soup; I've got a sweatshirt on; I've got 2 electric heaters aimed at me, and a microwaveable hot pack on my feet. If you've read my posts of the last month, you'll understand (maybe) how extreme it is that I'm wearing a sweatshirt indoors.
I should go out and clean campsites, but I've got housework to do indoors that seems suddenly a lot more enticing than usual.
This business with my mom's financial/insurance stuff is weighing me down.
She wanted to go down to KY to the Hatfield-McCoy marathon with me, for fun. I told her yesterday that.... um.... that.... it's a 5-hr drive each way, and with helping her in and out of the truck for bathroom stops, and worrying about what and how she would be doing for the 5 hours I'm out on the course, and generally taking care of her, it would be more stress than I felt able to add to the driving down/running a marathon /driving home marathon I'd already have. She said she was fine with that but I felt awful. I still do. She loves to go to things like that with me but it's just getting.... well, I can't do that and run the marathon too. I feel so bad.