Rant #3,220: Devil Inside

When my mother accepted a reverse mortgage on her house, she made a deal with the devil that has reverberations that have outlasted her 92 years of life.

And the devil is not yet satisfied.

Now that he has taken his pound of flesh from my mother, he wants to take his next pound of flesh from my family, and he made sure that he would get just what he wanted on the most appropriate day, this past Friday, Friday the 13th.

My wife won her workman’s compensation case, and she had been waiting to take physical therapy for months, but the case had to be resolved before she could be approved for the therapy.

She had her first session on Friday, Friday the 13th, and it could not have gone more wrong than it did.

Whatever they were doing on my wife for physical therapy was the wrong path for them to take with her.

She told them she felt sick and not right, yet they continued to perform the procedures on her.

After a few minutes, she passed out, and had to be rushed to the hospital.

She was in the hospital for several hours, and while she was released that day on Friday, my wife really hasn’t felt well since.

Why the physical therapist continued with the treatment even after my wife told the person that she was not feeling well from it is beyond my comprehension.

Even though she is not yet herself, she is home and doing the best she can after this ordeal.

I guess it could have been worse … much worse, so we are thankful that she is OK, even if only on a minimal level.

I have had my own travails with physical therapy—you might remember that a few years ago, I had a run in with the McDonald’s of physical therapy, and before I sued their pants off, they settled with me for overcharging and some other infractions.

Back to my wife’s case--I simply do not understand how these places work, in particular when they have your charts right there and should know what you can stand and what you can’t.

And the general feeling is that when you say “No” or some variance of “No” like “please stop because I am not feeling well”—whatever the situation is, the person you are saying “No” to should stop doing what they are doing immediately, but I guess in this world we live in, the word “No” has … well … no meaning anymore.

Back to the house …

As we are still throwing away stuff and trying to pack other stuff away, we had another open house this weekend, and while we were not at the house when it was happening, we have heard that it did draw some interest.

We were here for later shows of the house, and while there is interest, there does not appear to be enough right at the moment, if you know what I mean.

More groups are coming to look at the house and hopefully, someone will finally bite, but this is not the housing market it was two years ago, when you had many more possible buyers that available product, and interest rates were much less.

Today, you have product, but people are holding back because of interest rates, waiting and hoping that these rates go down, probably next year.

And with the reverse mortgage company itching to get their money back ASAP, we really don’t have an infinite amount of time to sell this house—if we can’t do it on our own, it will go into foreclosure, and then no one—my sister and I—will get anything from that type of sale, as the bank will take anything reasonable to get back at least a percentage of what they paid out ot my mother via the reverse mortgage.

And there are other problems we are dealing with, none of which I will be speaking about here, but problems that we have to deal with on a daily basis that were foisted on us without our knowledge or approval.

What else is new in my bizarro world right now?

Nothing is right, everything is wrong and there isn’t much we can do about it.

The one bright spot this weekend was that in my son’s bowling league, he bowled a game of 224, including if I remember correctly six strikes and marks—strikes or spares--in every one of the game’s 10 frames.

Seeing that game unfold took at least a little of the negative stuff off my head for a few moments, and demonstrated to me that sometimes, even the devil can’t get exactly what he wants all of the time.