Well, another vent. More on my sister that thinks I need rehab. Apparently after I gave her some links and told her to educate herself on chronic pain, opioid management, RSD, arthritis, fibromyalgia, joint replacement, and addiction vs. tolerance/dependence, she did a little research and she understands better. But she's really only mouthing the words. I told her that I don't really expect her to understand since unless you experience it yourself, you really only believe what you actually see. And what she sees is someone who looks okay.
Yesterday was my oldest daughter's 18th birthday. We had a party. My sister earlier in the week had told me she wanted to "help" me more, be more available, etc. (When I tell you I never ask for help, I'm not kidding. If it's offered, I may take someone up on it.) She asked what was I doing for Liv's birthday, and I said cookout with family and a few friends. She said, "I'll come over and help you get ready." I told her I really appreciated it and thanked her.
I shopped at Costco Saturday. That always puts me over the top because everything is so big and heavy by the time I get to the checkout, my hands are throbbing. But I couldn't take any of the BT meds since I still had kids to pick up later. Get home, unload the car, put things away, pick up kids. Take my BT meds, but I've let it go so over-the-top pain-wise, they don't help much, and I don't get a great night's sleep. Next morning I woke up early (5 am) still in a lot of pain. But I figure I can take 2 pain pills and try to sleep a little more because my sister is going to help me.
Long story a little shorter, I'm cooking, cleaning, chopping and crying because my hands hurt so bad. I'm yelling at the kids and my dad. Finally I call my sister at 12:40 (party starts at 3) and ask her when she's coming. I can tell she is either still drunk or very hung over from the night before. (She had a party.) She tells me, I was going to come around 2:00; we didn't have definite plans. I blew up and yelled at her and told her forget it, that I could tell she was drunk and coming an hour early wasn't going to be much help.
Luckily everyone was late. My sister told my daughter unless I apologized she wouldn't come. So I did. Because I know my daughter wanted her there. When, when, when will I learn that it is an exercise in frustration to rely on others?
Anyway, tonight I'm being selfish. I'm feeding my dad and kids early and then heading to my boyfriend's house for the night. I'll have some great conversation, no one bugging me for anything, and a nice dinner. I feel so selfish ... like I'm running away, but honestly, if I don't have a few hours to myself, I'm just going to lose it.
I wish my sister could understand. My mom had terrible chronic pain and while my sister wasn't mean to her, I don't think she really understood what was going on with her. Even I didn't, though I did have fibromyalgia and mild arthritis at the time. But now I know how bad it was for her.
Just venting and ranting in the only place I can ... I know some of you have families that don't understand. Most of the time I can handle it, but lately it's really getting to me.
You go have fun tonight. And have a stress relieving evening after your yummy dinner. And you relax. You are wonderful and don't deserve this mess from your sister and you surely have NO reason to feel guilty! Enjoy yourself tonight.
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