hurtingallthetimet
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[/B] hubby wanted to go out and eat and of course i didnt feel like it...and the more i think of it the more it makes me sad...hes pretty understanding...but i still feel bad..its hard because my extending family doesnt understand and my sister is talking about coming to see us..which id love..but i know it will be exhuasting just having more people in the house..just keeping up a conversation is exhausting most times..
but i think because i look so fat and healthy to my sister mother etc. they think i should be able to do things i use to and i know i cant and ive told them this so many times but they just dont get it...
since being ill i sometimes find myself looking at others if im out or even watching tv and wonder if maybe someone else who looks or acts normal is living in pain or whatever it maybe..when i do get out i try hard to hurry get where i need to be and hurry home to colapse...my family doesnt understand what pain i am in when i do something....and im always exhuasted...my doctor pushes for me to walk or get out more...but they dont understand that i feel dead..how i cry and dont sleep all night before simpliy grocery shopping the next day..the panic attacks..the anxiety...the phobias...they dont understand how doing waht use to be the easiet of things is so very hard now..
i have to take morphine to walk around neighbourhood..ive done that maybe 3 or 4 times this year...i use to jog every single day for miles..on top of working, taking care of family a busy social life..now i take morphine to walk i hate that..
just needed to vent
but i think because i look so fat and healthy to my sister mother etc. they think i should be able to do things i use to and i know i cant and ive told them this so many times but they just dont get it...
since being ill i sometimes find myself looking at others if im out or even watching tv and wonder if maybe someone else who looks or acts normal is living in pain or whatever it maybe..when i do get out i try hard to hurry get where i need to be and hurry home to colapse...my family doesnt understand what pain i am in when i do something....and im always exhuasted...my doctor pushes for me to walk or get out more...but they dont understand that i feel dead..how i cry and dont sleep all night before simpliy grocery shopping the next day..the panic attacks..the anxiety...the phobias...they dont understand how doing waht use to be the easiet of things is so very hard now..
i have to take morphine to walk around neighbourhood..ive done that maybe 3 or 4 times this year...i use to jog every single day for miles..on top of working, taking care of family a busy social life..now i take morphine to walk i hate that..
just needed to vent