I am having a BAD day today, with massive pain, fatigue, everything. I'm just doing bad. I had to take out my garbage and check my snail mail, which was killing me to do. So I limp down there to get my snail mail on my bad ankle, which I think I stress fractured it. It's really swollen and killing me. And one of my neighbors was down there and she started pushing me on going to this party they are having in an hour for Labor Day. I had no idea there was going to be a party here. Usually, they put up a notice. There hasn't been one. I just had zero clue. But even if I had known, I couldn't have rested up for it. This has just been a bad week with stuff. So my neighbor is pushing me to go, and I said, I'm in alot of pain today. And this is where it should have ended. When someone tells you they are in alot of pain, that should be it. Don't keep pushing it. She just ignored me when I said that, and kept on pushing, and I said the pain killers and stuff I take make me tired and I usually end up sleeping. She still pushed me until I finally said, if I'm feeling up to it, maybe. And then she left me be. But she had tried to guilt me into going by saying I should spend time with everyone and get to know everyone and blah, blah, blah. Obviously, if I wasn't sick, I'd have no problem going to a party. No one here understands at all. About ninety five percent of the people here are just retired, they aren't sick or even disabled. There's like five percent disabled. And those aren't physically ill, they have handicaps. There's still a huge difference there between a handicap and being sick with a disease. I am in no way up to being with a room full of people right now. When I'm in pain, I'm in pain. I'm flaring with other symptoms. I absolutely am not up for party chit chat. She also told me I should bring a dish of food for the party. Ha, yeah, right. Number one, I had an empty fridge till I went to the store a few days ago. I am tapped out since moving here. I cannot afford to buy extra food to make for anyone right now. I did that when I moved in here and they had the Fourth of July party and it did cost me money. I can't afford to do that again right now. And, I am not up for cooking for anyone right now. The two things that are really bugging me are the pushiness and the guilt trip. People in here are always like, "don't hide in your apartment all day, come and chat with us". And then I get upset because I am NOT hiding. I'm freakin sick. And the pushiness is such a lack of empathy or anything. If someone says they are in pain, leave them be and drop it. I was happier not knowing there was a party today. So now I get to feel bad that I'm not up to going.