Time to Sell and Time to Shop.

Captains Log Star Date June 2009:


Scene 10:  Time to Sell:  Well it's time for us to do the unthinkable, something my family and I were dreading to do.  We had to call a Realtor!!!!   What a feeling, knowing that you have to let go part of the "American Dream".  This was the house all three of my children were raised in.  We all celebrated Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Easter, big family dinners were always held there.  It was truly, truly was a hard pill to swallow.  We tried to hang on as long as possible, but with me having to have a third surgery(I wonder why?), it was not an option.  So we prayed for the right Realtor, and BOOM, just like that we were sent a husband and wife duo.  We had a peace about them when we met them for the first time.  We talked about the particulars and devised a plan.  They were on the ball from the jump with the marketing, the advertising, and the way they handled the whole process.  They were also a big help in another area which I will talk about later.  Still, with all this being said, it was a humbling reality to have to sell this house.


Scene 11: Is there a doctor in the house?  Well, it's time for me to do what Dr. F.K. said I should, I am going shopping for another doctor.  Remember, he told me to get a second opinion because someone had to go back in even if it's not him?.  Should I get a second opinion after that comment?  Let me think, hmmm?  Hmmm?  Let him go back in or get back on my feet?  Can you see the trail of smoke my crutches left behind coming out of his office?   The only problem was, who would I call?  What doctor can I even trust after this latest SETBACK?  Believe it or not, a third surgery was not on my list of things to do when I turned 28.  Right now Dr. J. could work on my foot as long as he fixed it, he has skills.  This quick fix is starting to change into a life changing fix.  So my boo  and I started gathering all types of information about doctors from north to south, east to west.  We had neighbors and family giving us recommendations.  Who, who, who could he be?  I have to get my foot fixed don't you see?  Wow, I must be losing my mind, because I sounded just like Dr. Seuss.  Note to self, jot Seuss down as a candidate.  Bingo, my wife has found a local guy who seems to have it together.   We will call him Dr. Shock.   Keep in mind, we are packing, shopping for a doctor, and trying to find a place to stay if our house sells.  This is absolutely crazy.


Scene 12:  Pack, pack, pack, pack and pack.  Whew, my boo is making me tired with all that packing.  This supervising sure is hard work.   I was trying to figure out why she was packing so early.  So of course I had to ask, why are you packing so early?   Her response, "because if it sells quickly, I won't be stuck packing a whole house by myself."  Okay, sounds good, carry on and keep up the good work.  Yeah I said it, under my breath.  Hahahaahahahahahaha!!!!  It seems like this packing will never end. All I can do is crawl around the house, and pack very little.  I thank the Lord for friends and family, whew!!  They helped out quite a bit.  Once the house went up, we got 2 offers in the first 2 weeks, and a contract by a single mom on the 3rd week.  Bitter sweet I know, because in the housing market that was unheard of.  We had received a miracle from God, and boy did we need it.  The best part was, my boo knew her deceased husband through work and she let us stay there rent free for 1 month so we could get our affairs in order.  Thank you Lord!  Now we need a place to stay.  Wow..


Scene 13: Dr Shock's Office:  My boo and I are sitting in Dr Shocks office waiting to be seen.  We get called, the nurse tells me to take off my shoe and tell her what's going on.  Well, once I take my shoe off she said, and I quote, "what happened to your foot?"  She kept starring, and starring at it, like a deer in headlights.  Once she came too, she wrote everything down for Dr Shock, and said, if anyone can fix it he can.  Oh really?  Sounds good, we will see what he has to say.  Enter Dr. Shock, he looks at my foot and says, "he screwed up".  Then he back tracks and says, "let me take that back, the surgery did not work."   My boo said, "Freudian Slip huh?"  He meant the first thing he said.  Then he proceeds to tell me how jacked up my foot is.  You think?  He told me that I would need this serious overhaul, but wanted to get a more precise cat scan.  So I come back a week later and he told me that it was just as he thought, major overhaul.  Then to make things better he tells me that I probably will not return back to work because of the major surgery, EVER!!!  He told me to let him know if I wanted him to do the surgery, and by the way I am still not WALKING!!  So off I go, me and my boo on the way home STEAMING that my life has been flipped upside down.  This can't be the guy, he was to quick to want to cut on me.   I will not let this happen again.  Anyone got any suggestions?  I'm batting a 1000.