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Sent: Sunday, September 03, 2006 2:49
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Subject: [QUAD-L] a few things
Hey everyone,
Sorry I haven't been around. I've been busy and kind of seperated
myself for a while because I'm having issues dealing with this non healing
sore. So that is my first topic.
I have now gone back on the woundvac to try and heal where the incision
seperated on my flap surgery. My doctor doesn't seem to be very willing
to do the flap surgery again and I have seen both plastic surgeons that deal
with pressure wounds. I'm giving it until my next appt. then if he
doesn't do anything about it, I'm going to Baltimore. He's really been
giving me a hard time. He says one thing then the next thing you know,
its wrong when I do it. UGH!!!!
Now, here's the stressor. My Mom moved in with me from Florida
about 2 weeks ago and is driving me mad. She is leaving her boyfriend
and wasn't making much money. She has health problems and had a hard
time getting help because she is not yet divorced from my dad from 20 years
ago when she left him. OK. she is driving me crazy. She is
stressed out and I can't do or have anything right. She is complaining
about everything. I'm stuck in bed because if I get up, the woundvac
comes off because of the drainage. The extra room is really small and
the closet is tiny. I've used it as storage for extra things. I had
shelves that break down in there and told her she can break them down and put
them inmy room until the shed gets cleaned out. I've started seeing
someone and he is going to help get it straightened out. She is almost
having temper tantrums about things. I tell her I don't care what she
does and she will complain, I'll suggest something and she has a fit. I
have too many things in the fridge and its too messy. It's not.
She started throwing things away and I told her I don't care but then I wanted
something last night and it was gone. She threw it out. She has
moved things around to the point I can't even get to one part of my kitchen to
get anything. If I say anything, she has a fit about how things are
disorganized. Things aren't nearly as bad. OK, I needed to vent
about that.
Vocational rehab is driving me crazy. They want me to take online
classes, ok, so we decided on university of maryland which works for me.
Things that could have been done weeks ago, are getting done last minute
because they don't tell me. When I talked to him on the phone, he led me
to believe I had a few options and he told me we could discuss them when I
came in for my appt. I go to the appt. then he tells me that he is going
to talk to his supervisor and see if there is any other options. I
finally get everything straight with my pelgrant info that they told me about
last minute. I gave them my program information (class checklist) 2
years ago and then he asks me for it last week. Only If I had
known. So my pelgrant financial information gets processed and he is off
from thurs. to tues. He just had a vacation. Classes start on tues and
its the last day for late registration. Now I don't know if I am even
going to get to take classes then I would have thrown away 30 bucks to get
enrolled. Even if I do get registered, I don't have any books so I will
be behind since it's all online.
My last topic to bitch about. So I meet this guy when I went to
have a couple of drinks with a friend at a local bar. I have friends
that bartend there that I have known for better than 10 years. One of
them was hanging out. I met a friend of his, he asked me out but I
explained to him that I couldn't because of this sore. He called me
later and he wanted to come over and hang out. We've spent a lot of time
together since. I don't know if my mom is jealous, worried, or a
combination. She is finding every reason to complain about him being
here. He was here one night and we fell asleep. She wasn't even
here when we woke up but then complained a couple of days later that she never
knows if he spending the night, how she hates to get dressed right away in the
morning, then it was she has a bad feeling, complained about him going into
the fridge and helping himself. I'm the one that asks him to get me
things or if he wants something to take one of my sodas, water, or
juice. She went on about how she just left and a man and now has to deal
with one she doesn't know and how she's finished with men. I told her
that I can't keep my heart closed or I'll never be happy, it's rare to
find someone so nice that doesn't care about my disability, let alone the
fact I have this sore and I'm not done with men. I just don't
know what to do. I like him and don't want to feel bad about being
happy. I never know when she is going to walk in so I'm scared to even
kiss him. The only way to get privacy is when she goes to bed, but she
hates him being here after she goes to bed because she is afraid about getting
ready for bed because there isn't a door on the extra room and is afraid to go
to the bathroom. I told her that I would get a curtain for the room but
then she made a comment about how small the room is so I guess she doesn't
want one. I also explained to her that I ask him not to go out there for
a while after she goes to bed and if the light goes on to not go out
there. I can't close my door because my cat will wine if he can't get in
or out. How do those of you with boyfriends or girlfriends and live with
your parents handle it when they come over?
OK, so I'm done bitching and I needed the vent. I have honestly
never been so stressed out in my life. I have never cried so much and
feel like I need help but can't go anywhere because of this damn sore so I
can't even go to counseling or anything. I just feel so trapped and out
of options. Any suggestions?
Thanks and sorry for the long email about different things. I know I
rambled.
Stacy
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