Apartment hunting! Ahhhhhhhh!

I'm writing this from my mom's place. She's fast asleep on the couch; they gave her fast-acting Gravol at the hospital at the first twinge of nausea when she started the chemo, and it has zonked her RIGHT out. I'm hoping she'll be a bit more mentally alert when she wakes up in an hour or so, because as of one hour past her brains seemed to be roughly the consistency of cream of wheat (probably a side effect of the Gravol... oh Lordy, please, don't let it be a long-acting effect of the chemo).

We found out today that she did not get any of the suites in our home block. *sigh* Now it becomes an apartment chase, trying to track down something suitable in our area or reasonably close to it. I just finished running an internet search and it looks like I'll have to wait until the first week in June to find apartments coming up for July 1st. Hair-tearing time, anyone?

We also found out that the good HB folks FedExed my cheque on Friday -- to my home address, which is worse than useless since we have no buzzer and the courier can't get into the building. So now I face a looooooooooong bus hike out to the FedEx depot at the airport to pick up the cheque. Well, it could be worse... they could have refused to send any replacement cheque at all.

I think I'm going to go lie down myself until my mom's alarm goes off; then I'll see how she's doing and, if I deem it prudent, haul myself back home again.