Things... bad. Due to th efridge drama earlier detailed ----- me moving a frigging fridge a lot (every day for a week) my mild sprain knee is persistently never healing sprained knee. So Hubby, who is on "probation" behavioarlly after recently comparing my PTSD to his irritation with a fridge noise...
He asys, "Go to PT" (physical therapy/physiotherapy, as your country prefers).
HGo. To. PT.
lets recap why I have PTSD, shall we?
Complacent ignorant frigging doctors left me with permanent damage in my spine and pelvis. Who moved the fridge *he* had issues with? Me. To do what? Install soundproofing. Why? So he'd be happy (he wasn't)....
OK, let's recap what PT people have said to me ---- keeping in mind I did 15 years of yoga, pilates, and cardio *five times a week* and walked 6 miles without feeling it all the time until the injury to spine/pelvis ----
"If you kept in shape..."
"If you were diligent.."
OK, sure, yeah, 1. triggeirng to zbusive childhood and 2. F8ck them. Really? If I'm in perfect health I never have trouble? From *Gravity*!?!? (Original injury: Me fell on stairs outside hospital ER b/c of a medication error by a doctor! See: Medical PTSD.)
Sending me to PT is like sending me home to visit h*ll, sorry, family.
I'm utterly and absolutely panicking.
I've had PT people hurt me, blame me, shame me, make things worse in general ---- try to sell me exercise programs that I know are 1. impossible for me and 2. risky for *anyone* (see: Crossfit, the number one provider of patients to physical therapists in my area).
And as partof our detente, I said, OK, your evil sis-in-law who hates me and won't let me near her kids can have a pie at T-giving... Here's the catch. I have to go with the pie. WHAT?!
OK, sorry, what? (Hubby's brother's wife has not invited me to her home, or let me near her kids since... before they were born. Why? Hubby's brother is an idiot and said he liked my pie better than hers. So I kinda smell a set-up here, like she's gonnna have taken cooking lessons and show me up, an dyeah, she'd do that. We're antimatter and matter, basically. )
And Hubby assumed blissfully that I'd make *us* a dinner for Thanksgiving ---- the day after the holiday ----- why what what what?
There is a ligament *behind* my kneecap (actually, also a tendon b ythe feel of things) but it's not surgery-bad, and that's just how it is. (it's called "jumper's knee", ironic given I don't jump).
My GP currently is at best adequate (at best). Hubby is paying to have the fridge compressor replaced (it's a new fridge). And I'm meant to do what? WHAT?!
And, yes, he agreed to the pie *for* me... ARGH. We *just* had this discussion. "Oh but you love baking!" he said.
Yes when I can stand. I have classic patellar tendinitis with associated pain into the tibia, and I can give you a diagram of it from memory. Why? Bent my knees to move that friggin' fridge!
I just came home after a few days "away" to give some space and now this.
Advice, comfort, useful hexes against rotten tricks, all appreciated, I'm *done*
Also, no, I'm not making a speical dinner for the two of us. He'll get his T-giving at his fam's, I'm happy to go ahead and just chill.
OK. Rant over. Thank you for listening.
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