Oh, God.... I'm having a terrible fibromyalgia flare and could not go to work this afternoon because my back was in such pain that I couldn't get dressed. Laid on the couch and popped pain pills today.... I called my sister to say hello and for a bit of support and she said, flippantly, "You could have gone to work today."
I would have loved to go to work today. (My little daughter didn't know what to think when I asked her to help me put my pants on!) There was a work-related bonfire tonight and we had loved to go to that, too. Instead, my kids stayed home, bored.
Also found out today that criminal tresspassing charges are being brought up against my former husband .... for something that he may have done on the job and that, if he actually did it, would be connected to his sexual addiction problems. I had looked him in the eyes about a year ago and told him that nothing he may do would surprise me. And while I would not be surprised if he is found guilty, I am concerned ... trying not to be afraid. If he loses his job, I am in trouble, financially. I'm not sure how these legal proceedings could go but.... if I were called to be some kind of character witness for him, I don't think I could do it in good conscience.
What an awful day. I hope I can keep my job. Thank God for pain pills (which is the only thing enabling me to sit upright right now, whoo hoo..!).
Jean
This message has been edited by Jean150 on Oct 20, 2006 9:19 PM
I'm sorry Jean. Is there any way that you could get public assistance or some other form of support if your income drops? I am not sure of the rules and regs in the USA.
I know how you feel about crappy days and problems with illnesses. I have been having a rough time this last few weeks with what they think may be an MS problem with my bladder. It is really stressing me out!
Being sick and feeling crappy are no fun. I hope the problem rights itself quickly and you feel better!!!
I hope your stuff straightens out too. I'm kneeling here at the PC because I can't sit....
It's very hard to prove fibromyalgia -- I've looked into it. I'll be kicked off medicaid at the end of the month -- why? 'Cause I have a part-time job that pays about $50 over the limit, but.... the ironic thing is....when I'm in this much pain (or kids are sick, etc.) I don't get paid, as I'm not at work.... but the law uses a method that computes what I would get paid from my work schedule.... Add to that a county social worker who is extremely rude to me and makes snotty remarks, including 2 days ago. I know I'm complaining. I looked at a fibro support board but am unable to post my whole story now. Don't have the strength w/ the pain.
see yaaaaaa.
Jean
P.S. Hi Kat....I've called the county commisioner's office concerning this woman's behavior and was directed to his assistant, whom I left a message for, so I am trying to get in a better situation regarding this.... Will take a while 'cause I had to figure out the last half hour if it was worth the pain to get up and go pee. Pain meds made me nauseous ...one dose too many, I think....now gotta negotiate lying back down.
This message has been edited by Jean150 on Oct 21, 2006 3:52 AM
In an other life and in an other country I worked for the Feds... I will never forget what one angry person told me: "young lady, do what I am asking you to do... after all my tax dollars pay your salary" !
Well, meds are a beautiful thing, aren't they? I went to urgent care and they gave me some anti-inflammatories and percocet. I could finally get some sleep this afternoon and then stand up straight and make dinner. The house is a disaster area, tho and my kids seem clueless these days.
I joined a fibromyalgia support group, so I can vent there with others going thru the same stuff.
I really appreciate you guys, tho.
Get this.... my sister says that the legal troubles of my ex are "none of my business." Huh? If he loses his job....all I can say is I better have some creative financing somehow to be able to pay the mortgage, 'cause my part-time job just won't make it. I am trying not to worry. It's true, worry does no one any .good I am trying to leave this in God's hands and do only what I am able to do. But yikes! it makes me feel so all alone.
My family is of a similar nature to yours and since they have nothing constructive to say that has helped me at all in the past 4 years, I have basically completely shut them out now.
My parents response to finding out I had a permanent illness and needed $24,000 a year of drugs was to go out 2 weeks later and buy a summer camp.
Last weekend on Friday night I ended up spending the night in the hospital. I phoned my mom before I went to emergency and told her exactly where I was going and why (ie bad pains in my stomach). I was still there at 6 am the next day - they admitted me. They weren't sure what was causing my problems but were considering removing my appendix as they thought that may be the source of my pain. Turns out it wasn't and they have to run some more tests but released me into my own doctors care.
Saturday morning without phoning me or checking on me at all to see if I was still admitted to the hospital, my mom left for the MN. She came back Sun night and when I told her I spent Friday evening in the hospital said "oh what were you doing there".......she acted like it was the first she heard of it. I thought it was denial, but it was at that moment I realized she just doesn't give a shit about anybody but herself. I haven't bothered to contact my family since then. I figure if they are really concerned, they would actually phone me and check on me.
My dad was out hunting, my sister was on her way home driving from Edmonton and my mom was oblivious to what was going on with me.........I can't help but think that I would have been all alone if they operated. It is really quite sad!
<<She came back Sun night and when I told her I spent Friday evening in the hospital said "oh what were you doing there".......she acted like it was the first she heard of it. I thought it was denial, but it was at that moment I realized she just doesn't give a shit about anybody but herself. I haven't bothered to contact my family since then. I figure if they are really concerned, they would actually phone me and check on me.>>
Kid, that is so sad. I hear ya, too. There's been more than a few times I've been in the urgent care/ER by myself since I've been an adult.... all alone. In 2004 I drove myself to the hospital from work for fear I was having a heart attack (both of my parents have had 2 each). Well, I was thinking all the way, "probably not...and I'll be embarrassed...but I better go in." Turns out they hooked me right up, started giving me meds, and then admitted me because I had an irregular EKG. Talk about being freaked! I called to have the ex get the kids for the night. Called my one sister just in case I died or was kept for a while or something....so people would know where I was but.... turns out no one really cared. They were too busy with their own lives.
So I know what you're sayin' about being in the hospital alone.... feeling like you have no one there to be your advocate, etc.
So far I've had 3 straight days of rest with meds for my back. I'm planning on going to work tomorrow.
I'm sorry Jean. Is there any way that you could get public assistance or some other form of support if your income drops? I am not sure of the rules and regs in the USA.
I haven't bothered to contact my family since then. I figure if they are really concerned, they would actually phone me and check on me.>>