I just don’t get it. I must have been evil in a previous life. I try to be a nice person, and even succeed sometimes. When someone I know gets sick, I bring them a nice lasagna. When I get sick, I still bring them a nice lasagna. Cause nobody is bringing ME a nice lasagna.
I’m the person that drives herself to the ER cause she doesn’t want to bother anyone. I’m the one that apologizes when she can’t loan somebody something because the last loanee never returned it. I’m the one that will run out and buy someone a card, a book, a gift because they lost a pet. I’m the one that is all alone when she has to say goodbye to her pet at the all-night emergency vet. I’m the one who “handles” everything for everyone. Including myself, even when I can’t. Nobody steps up and “handles” me. Nobody sends me flowers at the hospital. Nobody brings me a casserole when I come home. I’m the one cooking for them.
I do this to myself. All I have to do is ask, and I shall receive. But I guess I figure I shouldn’t have to ask. So I don’t, and then wonder why I get nothing. I keep hoping people will be like ME, and just do it because you should help people in need, without being asked. I shouldn’t expect people to think like me.
There are exceptions to the rule. I was pleasantly surprised this last go round in the hospital, because I actually had multiple visitors, and a beautiful flower from my SIL. Lots of phone calls. And lots of Facebook messages. Facebook has been a huge positive in that regard. In the past I would be in the hospital, usually for at least a week, without any visitors or flowers. No one would know, because I didn’t call them up and say, hey, guess what, I’m in the hospital! I would be embarrassed because the nurses would feel sorry for me. I would make up stories about how far away my family lived or that I insisted they not come. I have taken limos home from hospitals because I had no ride to come get me. Now I make sure I drive myself there, if I can, so I have a way home. A few times with my Crohn’s, I had to call 911 and an ambulance took me to the hospital.
People don’t realize that when you live alone, you don’t have anyone to cook for you, do your laundry, clean the house, feed the cat, clean the litter, or even get a drink of water, when you are sick. When you can’t even lean over to put your underpants on, let alone get dressed, you are stuck. So you do what you can, and do without for the rest. You pour the cat food on the floor, try to pour the water into the bowl, keep pouring more good litter after bad, eat cereal for breakfast, lunch and dinner, watch the dust bunnies grow, and wear your summer PJ’s when you run out of winter ones. You just don’t realize how helpless you are until you are crippled and have to rely upon other people who don’t reside there. People always say the usual “let me know if you need anything” but what am I suppose to say? Yes, I need someone to clean the litter box, and bring me dinner? I just can’t do it.
I do have family close by, and they will go to the store for me and stop by for a few minutes. But they have their own lives and work etc., so I don’t expect a lot out of the them. Everybody has their own issues. Unfortunately, with my Crohn’s disease I have been in and out the hospital a lot, and people just get tired of it. Luckily I have been doing good in that regards for a few years . But now I have the 5 herniated disks and sciatica, and I am waiting to have surgery for, for almost a year now, and things just get worse and worse. I joke about going to Wal-Mart and riding the scooter, but deep inside I am horribly embarrassed. I don’t like to think of myself as handicapped, even though I have been lately. I use Peapod for my groceries, and try to save my walking steps for laundry, which is down two floors. I hate my raised ranch!
I can only walk so far until I have to stop or I will fall over. I am in chronic excruciating pain at all times. My doctor actually sent me home from the hospital with Fentanyl pain patches, in addition to the usual Vicodin. I’ve used a few but they don’t really work. I would much rather do my hot tub twice a day than wear the patch (I can’t wear the patch in the hot tub). My pain is way beyond pain killers. I need my surgery! I hate waiting on the insurance company to approve it.
Ok, done with my whining. Thank you for listening. Time to try to sleep again.