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sorry for myself. *sucks thumb*
I'm not a complainer by nature, but I seem to have hit the trifecta of crapola today.
My 96-year-old mother-in-law is staying with us for ten days so my brother- and sister-in-law can go away for a vacation. There's a whole history behind why she is living with them, but suffice it to say my brother-in-law made that decision without consulting anyone else in the family, and now he wants a break, and wants us to take her for a week or two each month. That's not happening, and my husband is in agreement.
So, she gets up a couple of times during the night to pee, and she turns on the over-head light in her room (not the bedside lamp), and uses her cane to walk across the hall to the bathroom - while leaving her door open and the light shining brightly in the hall. Not to mention the noise. I know this sounds unkind, because I know sometimes you have to do your business in the middle of the night, but she isn't quiet, and woke me up twice. So I had a lousy night's sleep.
When I woke up, I could tell it was going to me a "burning" day. The pain started in, and got progressively worse throughout the day. I was moving slow in the morning, and was 15 minutes late for work.
The day was interminable, too much going on. Everything seemed to be a fire drill, which is unusual. My stress level increases, and so does my pain. I feel like I have a white hot rods stabbing the base of my skill, one in my neck, one in my elbow, one in my hip and one in my knee. Excruciating. And the muscle tightness. Horrid.
I had a doctor's appointment at 5:15 PM, which means I had to be out the door at 5:00. So hell breaks loose at 4:20, and I'm starting to stress because I didn't want to be late as I also had to pick my daughter up at the train station (which is right up the street from my doctor's office - she could walk to the car if she is out before I get out).
But you know how it is. You worry anyway. More stress.
By the time I got to the doctor, I was one giant ball of muscle spasm, white-hot burning pain and misery. Thankfully, he helped relieve some of the worst of it.
All I wanted to do was go home and veg. However, we had decided we were going to have Chinese take-out and pick it up on the way home (it's on the way back). My husband was going to be in late - around 8:30 - so take-out it was.
I called the place after I left the doctor, and then realized they are closed on Monday. Then my daughter texted me that her train was delayed, and she'd be in 20 minutes later than usual.
So, we decided on pizza, not that I really wanted it, but because it was convenient.
The one bright spot was that there was a cannoli waiting for me from yesterday, and I was saving it for tonight. Everyone had theirs yesterday.
When we got in and I got in to my comfy clothes, we settled down to eat. After eating the . . . yukky . . . pizza, I went to the refrigerator to pull out the cannoli . . . . and it wasn't there.
!!!!
My mother-in-law then advised me that she had eaten it after her lunch because . . . . she didn't want it to go bad.
I know it wasn't such a big deal, but at that moment, all I wanted to do was cry.
I'm letting my meds kick in, sitting with my TENS on and moist heating pad, and when I go to bed tonight, I hope for a good night's rest with undisturbed sleep.
Thanks for letting me rant.
I'm not a complainer by nature, but I seem to have hit the trifecta of crapola today.
My 96-year-old mother-in-law is staying with us for ten days so my brother- and sister-in-law can go away for a vacation. There's a whole history behind why she is living with them, but suffice it to say my brother-in-law made that decision without consulting anyone else in the family, and now he wants a break, and wants us to take her for a week or two each month. That's not happening, and my husband is in agreement.
So, she gets up a couple of times during the night to pee, and she turns on the over-head light in her room (not the bedside lamp), and uses her cane to walk across the hall to the bathroom - while leaving her door open and the light shining brightly in the hall. Not to mention the noise. I know this sounds unkind, because I know sometimes you have to do your business in the middle of the night, but she isn't quiet, and woke me up twice. So I had a lousy night's sleep.
When I woke up, I could tell it was going to me a "burning" day. The pain started in, and got progressively worse throughout the day. I was moving slow in the morning, and was 15 minutes late for work.
The day was interminable, too much going on. Everything seemed to be a fire drill, which is unusual. My stress level increases, and so does my pain. I feel like I have a white hot rods stabbing the base of my skill, one in my neck, one in my elbow, one in my hip and one in my knee. Excruciating. And the muscle tightness. Horrid.
I had a doctor's appointment at 5:15 PM, which means I had to be out the door at 5:00. So hell breaks loose at 4:20, and I'm starting to stress because I didn't want to be late as I also had to pick my daughter up at the train station (which is right up the street from my doctor's office - she could walk to the car if she is out before I get out).
But you know how it is. You worry anyway. More stress.
By the time I got to the doctor, I was one giant ball of muscle spasm, white-hot burning pain and misery. Thankfully, he helped relieve some of the worst of it.
All I wanted to do was go home and veg. However, we had decided we were going to have Chinese take-out and pick it up on the way home (it's on the way back). My husband was going to be in late - around 8:30 - so take-out it was.
I called the place after I left the doctor, and then realized they are closed on Monday. Then my daughter texted me that her train was delayed, and she'd be in 20 minutes later than usual.
So, we decided on pizza, not that I really wanted it, but because it was convenient.
The one bright spot was that there was a cannoli waiting for me from yesterday, and I was saving it for tonight. Everyone had theirs yesterday.
When we got in and I got in to my comfy clothes, we settled down to eat. After eating the . . . yukky . . . pizza, I went to the refrigerator to pull out the cannoli . . . . and it wasn't there.
!!!!
My mother-in-law then advised me that she had eaten it after her lunch because . . . . she didn't want it to go bad.
I know it wasn't such a big deal, but at that moment, all I wanted to do was cry.
I'm letting my meds kick in, sitting with my TENS on and moist heating pad, and when I go to bed tonight, I hope for a good night's rest with undisturbed sleep.
Thanks for letting me rant.
sorry for your day! But, your post made me laugh as I was picturing you running around all day and at the end of it there was no cannoli!
Hope you can get your MIL to use a pottychair next to the bed tonight, lol!
I ve had similar horrible days where stress , FM pain and in-laws cross paths :
Hubby announced that his mother was staying with us, TWO days before going on our vacation. Despite horrible fatigue and pain, I had to arrange for all the pets to be cared for, pack our travel trailer, clean out the fridge, organize meals, etc. As well as drive MIL for shopping trip, and give up comfy bed because MIL needed it.....Aaaarghhhhh!
How about this one: On Christmas day, hubby casually mentions that his sister is coming over for Boxing day. What??? This was at 8pm, I had to work the next day, and NOTHING WAS CLEANED UP......Who does that, we all know that especially over the holidays you need some time to prepare for guests! So I told him to start vacuuming right now, and because of that, his family calls me the cleaning NAZI !
Hope I made you laugh, it was a long time ago when I was still able to work, sigh....
Amiradora, we have a night light in the bathroom that's right across the hall from her bedroom, and gently suggested one for the bedroom, but she said she can't sleep with light in the room. Oh , irony. Ha ha. I like the tennis ball idea, and think we'll employ it tonight.
Thank you for the suggestions!