At that point I completely wigged out, sitting between the kitchen and bathroom door and screaming fuckfuckfuck over and over at the top of my lungs. I lost it. My neighbor below me came running up to check on me, and after telling her, "I can't do this alone," I started weeping like a wild thing, wailing and crying, I don't want to go into assisted living." When I finally calmed down, she helped me load up my walker. We went to the basement, sorted the garbage, and put the rug and towels into the washer. I just brought the dried things up.
