MeanLaureen
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Have you ever felt like God really had it out for you? I know people say "God only gives you what he knows you can handle" and of course my stock reply is "I know, I just wish he didn't trust me this much".
Anyway - get ready for a long story that ends with this simple fact - last night we spent most of the night in the ER with my 75 yr old mom after she fell to find out she broke her hip and will be undergoing replacement surgery today.
I know that being said - it's serious enough but it's not THAT horrible, right? She'll be okay. It's just what we are struggling through.
My mom and I have always been close since my dad abandoned us when I was 5 - no support or anything. I have 2 brothers that are considerably older (10 yrs and 15 yrs older) so they were grown or just about grown and on their own anyway. My mom had to go to work full time to put a roof over our heads. Since she was a SAHM that never learned any trades and she didn't go to college, at her age, the only thing she could find was retail. So at 6 I became a latch key kid.
When things got better and I could work myself, I got married young and bought my own house. I had her move in with us because I figured it was my time to take care of her. I didn't want her to pay us money for rent but she insisted. So to make her feel more like she was paying her way she gave us a token amount and was able to use the rest of her salary to do whatever she wanted (usually shopping and buying..lol)
As she got older she finally quit her job working for me (oh yeah, did I mention we were so close that she worked for me full time?) She said the computers did her in. So she became a SAHGM to our dogs.
During this time before she retired I became very ill - as most of you know - with the AOSD. In the beginning I was able to pretty much go on with life as usual. I have an extremely high tolerance level for pain and a even higher stubborn streak. The last couple of years, though, have been really hard and I can see my strength and basically my life being sucked out of me.
My mom was never a fighter when she was sick and has zero pain tolerance. Ever since I can remember she would always say "She wasn't long for this world" or "Had one foot in the grave" - kind of creepy things to hear when you are 8. Anyway, basically I'm saying she gives up at the drop of a hat.
What is weird about that is, she does not "approve" of anyone else getting sick. It wasn't that I would be punished if I got sick as a child but she would get somewhat angry. Then it turned into a competition - if you had something happen, she would have it worse. It was the must frustrating thing. She's always been in denial about me being really sick with the AOSD.
Last year her only sister and only brother both died within maybe 2 months of each other. (she is the youngest of the 3). After that her health hit the fan. She wouldn't take care of herself. She basically wants me to do everything for her. Within a few months time she went from someone that shopped every day to someone that did nothing but sit on a couch and watch Dr. Phil.
As I got sicker rapidly the past 6 months, she has started demanding more and more from me, and gets angry when I just can't do it anymore. I work 45 hours a week to pay for my healthcare. I have pushed myself much further than I am supposed to. I could only do but so much
So it became a competition to her. If I was having difficulty walking, she would to. If my knee was going to be considered for surgery, hers would be so painful she couldn't walk (the dr told her when I took her that she had a touch of arthritis and to take Aleve) When a bad mix of my medicine caused me to have some violent hallucinations - she started to have hallucinations.. it was just a constant back and forth.
She would tell me she couldn't stand up from a chair or get out of the car and I would need to pull her up out - well that would be fine but she would give absolutely no help while I was pulling - it would be like trying to get jello to stand up. I'd ask her to help me because it was hurting me to try to do it alone and she'd say she couldn't yet when she didn't know I was watching I would see her get up out of the chairs with no problem. Everything was like that - when we are looking she would act one way, but when she thought she was alone she would act another.
Another problem is she is obsessed with her weight. Now it's gotten to the point where I was shocked at how she looked once they got her bulky winter clothes off of her. She was becoming skeletal. We make her dinner but I'm getting the feeling that might be why the dogs seem to be getting chunkier. She's got a sugar addition now and won't eat anything unless it is sugar loaded. Her typical days meal would be a bowl of Frosted Flakes and a chocolate cupcake with Pepsi throughout the day as her choice of drink. She got so dehydrated a month or so ago that they couldn't even take blood from her - she hydrated up enough for the doctor and then went right back to her old habits. We try to change how she eats but she is quite "mean" when you try to take her chocolate away..lol
It had gotten to the point where I can barely make it anymore. I can barely hold on myself because my pain has gotten so bad, and I can't do everything she wants me to do. She won't take her medicine like she's supposed to even though I seperate it out for the days (she accuses me of giving her the wrong doseage) - I come home from work and she is sitting in the middle of filth because she won't let the dogs out and then allows them to destroy things in the house and go into rooms they are not allowed in - because it's cute. She watches me cry out in pain at times and then demands more from me.
I know, I know.. I sound like a ungrateful daughter and I guess I'm going to get so flamed for this post. I'm just so tired. I'm tired from pushing myself too hard at work, I'm sick and tired of having every move and now every breath be intensly painful - even to the point where I will admit it. I'm tired of living on painkillers to the point where I am now addicted. I'm tired of being the only one in my house that cares about it (Matt is just fine letting the house go to hell)
I'm just scared of what is next. The doctor says some people just get right up the next day after a hip replacement like she's getting and they learn to walk again quickly. Some people end up in rehab (or as he whispered to me "nursing home") because they don't have the will to get better. I know she's not going to try. She's given up. I can't let her go to a nursing home though. But how can I work and take care of her? I have to work because my medical bills are about 2/3rds of my salary at times WITH my insurance (I take about 25 pills daily and even with copay its a lot of money) You are probably wondering about my brothers - well, they only show up when they want to - one a couple of times a year and the other can go for 3-4 yrs with no show and only call maybe 3 times a year. Why? They have kids to take care of and since I don't.. it's my job. Of course according to them I should do more than I do. How could I have let her fall?
Sighh.. this post has gone on way too long. I just needed to get it out. I have tried, really I have. I'm just tired. and scared. and worried. and I feel helpless.
Please keep my mom in your prayers or thoughts and if you have a little left over, keep a good thought for me to find a way to make everything work out.
thanks for reading my whining
Anyway - get ready for a long story that ends with this simple fact - last night we spent most of the night in the ER with my 75 yr old mom after she fell to find out she broke her hip and will be undergoing replacement surgery today.

I know that being said - it's serious enough but it's not THAT horrible, right? She'll be okay. It's just what we are struggling through.
My mom and I have always been close since my dad abandoned us when I was 5 - no support or anything. I have 2 brothers that are considerably older (10 yrs and 15 yrs older) so they were grown or just about grown and on their own anyway. My mom had to go to work full time to put a roof over our heads. Since she was a SAHM that never learned any trades and she didn't go to college, at her age, the only thing she could find was retail. So at 6 I became a latch key kid.
When things got better and I could work myself, I got married young and bought my own house. I had her move in with us because I figured it was my time to take care of her. I didn't want her to pay us money for rent but she insisted. So to make her feel more like she was paying her way she gave us a token amount and was able to use the rest of her salary to do whatever she wanted (usually shopping and buying..lol)
As she got older she finally quit her job working for me (oh yeah, did I mention we were so close that she worked for me full time?) She said the computers did her in. So she became a SAHGM to our dogs.
During this time before she retired I became very ill - as most of you know - with the AOSD. In the beginning I was able to pretty much go on with life as usual. I have an extremely high tolerance level for pain and a even higher stubborn streak. The last couple of years, though, have been really hard and I can see my strength and basically my life being sucked out of me.
My mom was never a fighter when she was sick and has zero pain tolerance. Ever since I can remember she would always say "She wasn't long for this world" or "Had one foot in the grave" - kind of creepy things to hear when you are 8. Anyway, basically I'm saying she gives up at the drop of a hat.
What is weird about that is, she does not "approve" of anyone else getting sick. It wasn't that I would be punished if I got sick as a child but she would get somewhat angry. Then it turned into a competition - if you had something happen, she would have it worse. It was the must frustrating thing. She's always been in denial about me being really sick with the AOSD.
Last year her only sister and only brother both died within maybe 2 months of each other. (she is the youngest of the 3). After that her health hit the fan. She wouldn't take care of herself. She basically wants me to do everything for her. Within a few months time she went from someone that shopped every day to someone that did nothing but sit on a couch and watch Dr. Phil.
As I got sicker rapidly the past 6 months, she has started demanding more and more from me, and gets angry when I just can't do it anymore. I work 45 hours a week to pay for my healthcare. I have pushed myself much further than I am supposed to. I could only do but so much

So it became a competition to her. If I was having difficulty walking, she would to. If my knee was going to be considered for surgery, hers would be so painful she couldn't walk (the dr told her when I took her that she had a touch of arthritis and to take Aleve) When a bad mix of my medicine caused me to have some violent hallucinations - she started to have hallucinations.. it was just a constant back and forth.
She would tell me she couldn't stand up from a chair or get out of the car and I would need to pull her up out - well that would be fine but she would give absolutely no help while I was pulling - it would be like trying to get jello to stand up. I'd ask her to help me because it was hurting me to try to do it alone and she'd say she couldn't yet when she didn't know I was watching I would see her get up out of the chairs with no problem. Everything was like that - when we are looking she would act one way, but when she thought she was alone she would act another.
Another problem is she is obsessed with her weight. Now it's gotten to the point where I was shocked at how she looked once they got her bulky winter clothes off of her. She was becoming skeletal. We make her dinner but I'm getting the feeling that might be why the dogs seem to be getting chunkier. She's got a sugar addition now and won't eat anything unless it is sugar loaded. Her typical days meal would be a bowl of Frosted Flakes and a chocolate cupcake with Pepsi throughout the day as her choice of drink. She got so dehydrated a month or so ago that they couldn't even take blood from her - she hydrated up enough for the doctor and then went right back to her old habits. We try to change how she eats but she is quite "mean" when you try to take her chocolate away..lol
It had gotten to the point where I can barely make it anymore. I can barely hold on myself because my pain has gotten so bad, and I can't do everything she wants me to do. She won't take her medicine like she's supposed to even though I seperate it out for the days (she accuses me of giving her the wrong doseage) - I come home from work and she is sitting in the middle of filth because she won't let the dogs out and then allows them to destroy things in the house and go into rooms they are not allowed in - because it's cute. She watches me cry out in pain at times and then demands more from me.
I know, I know.. I sound like a ungrateful daughter and I guess I'm going to get so flamed for this post. I'm just so tired. I'm tired from pushing myself too hard at work, I'm sick and tired of having every move and now every breath be intensly painful - even to the point where I will admit it. I'm tired of living on painkillers to the point where I am now addicted. I'm tired of being the only one in my house that cares about it (Matt is just fine letting the house go to hell)
I'm just scared of what is next. The doctor says some people just get right up the next day after a hip replacement like she's getting and they learn to walk again quickly. Some people end up in rehab (or as he whispered to me "nursing home") because they don't have the will to get better. I know she's not going to try. She's given up. I can't let her go to a nursing home though. But how can I work and take care of her? I have to work because my medical bills are about 2/3rds of my salary at times WITH my insurance (I take about 25 pills daily and even with copay its a lot of money) You are probably wondering about my brothers - well, they only show up when they want to - one a couple of times a year and the other can go for 3-4 yrs with no show and only call maybe 3 times a year. Why? They have kids to take care of and since I don't.. it's my job. Of course according to them I should do more than I do. How could I have let her fall?
Sighh.. this post has gone on way too long. I just needed to get it out. I have tried, really I have. I'm just tired. and scared. and worried. and I feel helpless.
Please keep my mom in your prayers or thoughts and if you have a little left over, keep a good thought for me to find a way to make everything work out.
thanks for reading my whining
