Maybe because I don't feel good most of the time, regular everyday things just seem to be that much worse and more stressful for me.
I feel like I'm having the week from hell.
Saturday, I went out with my friend and when I came home, someone was having a big party in the room next to where we keep the shopping carts. Well, some of the party guests, who do not live in our building, made sure to not move out of my way to get the cart, but I did manage to get one. But when I brought it back, these guests were clustered in the hall and wouldn't let me pass without deliberately making me squeeze in between them. And then one said to the other one, Did she run over your foot, and of course I didn't, and that one said no. But the guy acted like he was going to kick me. It was awful. I felt very bullied. They were all about twenty, maybe younger. Just lowlifes that don't live here and only came for that party. So it's not something that usually goes on here. Once a year, they do some big birthday party for one of the people in here, I remember it from last year. Next time, I'm not coming downstairs when they do it. They reserve one room for it, but they act like they have reserved the entire basement floor.
So that was the weekend. Today was full of stuff.
I went to get my bloodwork done at the hospital. The doc's office hadn't put the codes on the form. So they wouldn't do it. And since I was halfway to the doc's office, I ended up going over there since no one could get them on the phone. So I had them put the codes on. Then I had to go back to get the bloodwork done. Total pain. And I had to insist they do the antibodies test because last time, someone at the lab screwed up and didn't do it. So this time, they showed me the vial and it's getting done.
On the side street up from the hospital, a car almost slammed into me! I was driving straight, there was a stop sign. The car across from me did NOT have a turn signal on. Soon as I went past the sign, the guy decided he was going to turn. He slammed on his horn and then he put the signal on. And he was only a few feet from slamming into the front of my car. Very scary. Really, you cannot be too careful. It was only by the grace of God that I wasn't hit.
All this stuff just seems fifty times harder cause I don't feel good.
And then, today, my cousin drove me crazy. She was going on and on about how this woman she met had fought and beat cancer. And oh how brave and what an angel and blah, blah, blah. And I am not belittling cancer in anyway, however, I just felt like, I have fought a TWENTY FIVE year battle with Fibromyalgia and CFIDS/ME, and no one cares. No one says how brave I've been, how much I've fought, how hard it's been for me. I just have a thing about it when people seem to think cancer is the only "hard" disease out there. Which is how my relatives view the world.
So I am feeling STRESSED. And my wrist and hand hurt cause I'm doing too much with the broken bones lately.
I feel like I'm having the week from hell.
Saturday, I went out with my friend and when I came home, someone was having a big party in the room next to where we keep the shopping carts. Well, some of the party guests, who do not live in our building, made sure to not move out of my way to get the cart, but I did manage to get one. But when I brought it back, these guests were clustered in the hall and wouldn't let me pass without deliberately making me squeeze in between them. And then one said to the other one, Did she run over your foot, and of course I didn't, and that one said no. But the guy acted like he was going to kick me. It was awful. I felt very bullied. They were all about twenty, maybe younger. Just lowlifes that don't live here and only came for that party. So it's not something that usually goes on here. Once a year, they do some big birthday party for one of the people in here, I remember it from last year. Next time, I'm not coming downstairs when they do it. They reserve one room for it, but they act like they have reserved the entire basement floor.
So that was the weekend. Today was full of stuff.
I went to get my bloodwork done at the hospital. The doc's office hadn't put the codes on the form. So they wouldn't do it. And since I was halfway to the doc's office, I ended up going over there since no one could get them on the phone. So I had them put the codes on. Then I had to go back to get the bloodwork done. Total pain. And I had to insist they do the antibodies test because last time, someone at the lab screwed up and didn't do it. So this time, they showed me the vial and it's getting done.
On the side street up from the hospital, a car almost slammed into me! I was driving straight, there was a stop sign. The car across from me did NOT have a turn signal on. Soon as I went past the sign, the guy decided he was going to turn. He slammed on his horn and then he put the signal on. And he was only a few feet from slamming into the front of my car. Very scary. Really, you cannot be too careful. It was only by the grace of God that I wasn't hit.
All this stuff just seems fifty times harder cause I don't feel good.
And then, today, my cousin drove me crazy. She was going on and on about how this woman she met had fought and beat cancer. And oh how brave and what an angel and blah, blah, blah. And I am not belittling cancer in anyway, however, I just felt like, I have fought a TWENTY FIVE year battle with Fibromyalgia and CFIDS/ME, and no one cares. No one says how brave I've been, how much I've fought, how hard it's been for me. I just have a thing about it when people seem to think cancer is the only "hard" disease out there. Which is how my relatives view the world.
So I am feeling STRESSED. And my wrist and hand hurt cause I'm doing too much with the broken bones lately.