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The pain and nausea are really bad today. I've only eaten about 4 bites of a banana and that was enough to put me out. This obstruction will literally be the death of me.
I'm doing worse today and I know that it's stress, family related. Sorry about the back story, if no one reads it I'll understand, just telling it like it is. I've had Crohn's practically forever, even before I was dx'd I was always sick. My mom got sick at the same time I got really bad, when I was in middle/high school. She was dx'd with Chronic Fatigue and docs are treating her for fibromyalgia, even though she's never been given an official diagnosis. We both understand chronic pain, but deal with it differently. Mom's very depressed and lonely, but won't try to do anything for herself. My little sister and I live in town, and I call her and go over there a lot. She's usually just sitting around, complaining about how she never gets to go anywhere (she had been without a car for a while, but even when I call and offer to pick her up it's never a good time, whatever). Little sis totally stresses her out, she is 30 and works to party. Her car is about to be repossessed and her ex has custody of their son. She stopped paying child support when she lost her other job. The weekends my sister gets her son, he usually stays at my mom and dad's. Sometimes we know where my sis is, sometimes not. Now that it is summer, my mom and I have been watching him alternately (he's the same age as my son). He is having a rough time because at 8, he realizes that his mom doesn't have time or care to see him. I decided to do a nice thing even though I haven't been feeling so great. My mom had the nephew this past week, so I suggested that I pick them up along with my two kids and head to the beach on Wednesday. It was later in the day so I figured that it wouldn't be too miserable. We actually had an ok time, until we had to leave.
The kids were tired, hot and grumpy of course. I was carrying most of the stuff to the car and mom was standing by the showers while the kids were rinsing off (and fighting). I tried to take the floats from my mom and tell her I was going to go ahead and load the car and start the AC. She wouldn't give me the floats and starting fighting me for them, while she was yelling at the kids. I looked her in the eye and said, "For F's sake mom, give me the floats and I'll load up the car so we can go! I can take all the stuff!" She screamed, "I've GOT THEM!" I said fine, and started to walk to the car when she called me a bitch. My mom has never called me a bitch before. I just stared at her with my mouth open, and she said, "Yeah, that's right!" I have never seen a meaner or nastier look on her face. I couldn't speak or cry. I just got the kids and everything loaded up. I didn't say a single word to her on the drive or when I dropped her off.
She called the next day and said, "Sorry about yesterday." I told her I was eating breakfast and I haven't spoken to her since. It's one thing to have someone say you're ACTING like a bitch....I know she was probably hot and tired and not feeling well either, but I just don't feel like I can let it go right now. I want to forgive her but the look on her face is what did it....I don't know what else she is on about right now, but it was an absolutely hateful look.
More time? I don't want to keep thinking about it. She hasn't called back, and I just don't have anything to say to her right now. :yfrown:
I'm doing worse today and I know that it's stress, family related. Sorry about the back story, if no one reads it I'll understand, just telling it like it is. I've had Crohn's practically forever, even before I was dx'd I was always sick. My mom got sick at the same time I got really bad, when I was in middle/high school. She was dx'd with Chronic Fatigue and docs are treating her for fibromyalgia, even though she's never been given an official diagnosis. We both understand chronic pain, but deal with it differently. Mom's very depressed and lonely, but won't try to do anything for herself. My little sister and I live in town, and I call her and go over there a lot. She's usually just sitting around, complaining about how she never gets to go anywhere (she had been without a car for a while, but even when I call and offer to pick her up it's never a good time, whatever). Little sis totally stresses her out, she is 30 and works to party. Her car is about to be repossessed and her ex has custody of their son. She stopped paying child support when she lost her other job. The weekends my sister gets her son, he usually stays at my mom and dad's. Sometimes we know where my sis is, sometimes not. Now that it is summer, my mom and I have been watching him alternately (he's the same age as my son). He is having a rough time because at 8, he realizes that his mom doesn't have time or care to see him. I decided to do a nice thing even though I haven't been feeling so great. My mom had the nephew this past week, so I suggested that I pick them up along with my two kids and head to the beach on Wednesday. It was later in the day so I figured that it wouldn't be too miserable. We actually had an ok time, until we had to leave.
The kids were tired, hot and grumpy of course. I was carrying most of the stuff to the car and mom was standing by the showers while the kids were rinsing off (and fighting). I tried to take the floats from my mom and tell her I was going to go ahead and load the car and start the AC. She wouldn't give me the floats and starting fighting me for them, while she was yelling at the kids. I looked her in the eye and said, "For F's sake mom, give me the floats and I'll load up the car so we can go! I can take all the stuff!" She screamed, "I've GOT THEM!" I said fine, and started to walk to the car when she called me a bitch. My mom has never called me a bitch before. I just stared at her with my mouth open, and she said, "Yeah, that's right!" I have never seen a meaner or nastier look on her face. I couldn't speak or cry. I just got the kids and everything loaded up. I didn't say a single word to her on the drive or when I dropped her off.
She called the next day and said, "Sorry about yesterday." I told her I was eating breakfast and I haven't spoken to her since. It's one thing to have someone say you're ACTING like a bitch....I know she was probably hot and tired and not feeling well either, but I just don't feel like I can let it go right now. I want to forgive her but the look on her face is what did it....I don't know what else she is on about right now, but it was an absolutely hateful look.
More time? I don't want to keep thinking about it. She hasn't called back, and I just don't have anything to say to her right now. :yfrown:
