She’s coming and it won’t take her long to get here. I have about an hour left. I didn’t have the courage to say no.
She’s my mother and I love her. She surprised me when she called to say she was packing. My gut screamed out at me to say no, but I couldn’t. I tried. I called her back three times.
“Are you sure you want to come?” I asked her.
“Yes. Are you sure you want me to come?” she responded.
“Well, I’m sick,” I told her. “I’m not in the best mood either you know.”
She says she understands and as much as a part of me wants to say no, obviously another part is saying yes.
I love the “No” icon and saying no in 2009 saved my life.
I need to print this icon on a very large sheet of paper and hang it above my desk, which sits in the center of my small home.
“If truth be known,” a phrase my mother uses often, I need to be in a hospital or at least I need a good nurse.
I need a break from the many obligations in my life. I need sleep. I need an appetite. I need more time for me.
I keep breathing out, then in and slowly out again, but I’m still anxious. My home is cluttered. I haven’t washed my dishes or vacuumed. I don’t think my mother has ever seen my place in this condition. I don’t think she’s ever seen me as wore out as I am now. She may be shocked at my dishes in the sink and I’m not sure if she will see how very tired I really am.
I wish she could understand how I feel but at the same time I don’t want her to know how sick I am.
2010 was a hard year and even though my spirit has felt lighter this year my body has not. I’ve been sick.
About six weeks ago I got a terrible case of bronchitis. It felt like the flu. I thought it went away, but the fatigue has come back and hit hard.
I keep getting confused and sometimes the room spins. I keep crying too, but I’m not sure what that’s about. Out of the blue come upheavals of emotions and tears.
My pain is worse. I’m sick on my stomach and food is the last thing I want. I’m angry. I’m angry that I feel so bad and have for so long.
I finally called my doctor. I doubt if he can help me and as I write that thought, the tears want to come. Maybe it’s because I’m so sick and I don’t know if anyone can help me.
I dread going to the doctor. He’ll check my lungs to see if there are signs of pneumonia, which is what I’ve suspected. I looked up the symptoms and have every one of them.
I don’t know why I’ve waited this long to ask for help. I guess because when you have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, it’s hard to know when you get a new illness or have a bug. Depression can also keep you from seeking medical help when you need it.
I feel guilty for being sick. I feel like a disappointment to my mother. At least, I feel like it hurts her to see me sick and especially if I’m sad. I don’t want to hurt her.
I also feel very much misunderstood, or rather that my illness(es) are misunderstood.
“If you want to sleep while I’m there,” my mother said the third time I called her back, “then just go lie down.”
I wish I could sleep. I would.
Most people I know don’t understand that fibromyalgia is a sleep disorder. They think if you are fatigued that you can lie down, go to sleep and all is good. They are wrong.
Most people I know also don’t understand the reality of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome any better than they do fibromyalgia. If only they would read blogs by people who are living with and writing about these insidious illnesses.
If we could sleep and sleep well for more than a few hours then we might feel better. Maybe.
I’m so tired. I hope my mother is calm in her mind and spirit. That’s about the best gift she could give me. I know she’ll start doing chores when she gets here but this is the thing, it will require my help.
I can barely sit here and write, but I thought I better because I don’t know how long she’ll be here and she gets a little jealous of my computer. Sometimes our visits are emotionally draining on me.
I said yes because I love my mother. I know she loves me. I know too that I won’t always have her here.
I said yes. I sure hope I did the right thing.
I also hope to meet my weekly challenge for PostAWeek, which for me is on Saturday.
OMG! How did she make it that fast? OMG! She is here!
- Pain in fibromyalgia (dogkisses.wordpress.com)