I struggleto find anyone to actually want to help me. It's like I don't exist or that people just don't want to hear what's going on with me. when I'm struggling to put food on the table and keep my head afloat. And talking about it sometimes lightens the load. She's probably sick of hearing about my crap health and my issues that I'm facing but guess what I am sick of having to deal with it myself. It's all right for her to go on and on about her problems and her dating life - which I have already heard about! But doesn't let me talk at all about what I'm dealing with. My friend again and again has let me down and left me doing all the grunt work. It's not like they tried hard to persuade me otherwise andI saw my mum and brother and his wife on Christmas eve anyways. I missed one because I was in hospital and then it just seemed easier not to deal with the crap from them. I feel suffocated by my extended family - so will probably spend another Christmas on my own. I've tried in the past to tell them what is going on with my health but he told me that I was complaining so I just stick to the minimum. it's like they're in their own world and they don't have much to say to me. dispite my brother moving closely to me I haven't heard anything from them. I'd sell a kidney if they actually worked properly when one charges over $400 for the first consultation.
We met at a cafe and she gave me loads of advice about other types of doctors and dentists that might be helpful but it's trying to find the cash to actually see them. I saw a new friend last week from a support group I'm on. It means something to look forward to because we always end up laughing over the silliest things. I'm supposed to catch up with a friend over the weekend so I hope she doesn't let me down. One of the ladies from the community group wants to see me early next week and early in the day even though I've told them numerous times I prefer later in the day because I usually sleep in! I feel it's going on deaf ears and will raise it again. Sleep is the only thing that brings relief and I can't do that when the music is reverberating through the walls and floor of the building. Feels like everything is overwhelming and I'm agitated because of several days of pain and an idiot in my apartment building playing loud music 2 nights in a row. I'm apprehensive about calling even though I'm struggling again tonight. Let us not become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another.Thank you Sophie. The Good Stuff: If we live by the Spirit, let us also walk by the Spirit. Vows are more than just words said at your wedding. No, not the viruses in our bloodstreams, but the fruit at our core-love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. It’s the trying times that show what we’re made of.
Even if they don’t say so, your spouse likely appreciates it. If you are both sick, grab an extra juice when you head to the fridge. Say “thank you.” Even if your spouse does something minor, make sure to show appreciation.When we feel confined from sickness, we need a little break from other people. Take a nap in the spare bedroom, read a book in the tub. So if one or both of you is under the weather, let me offer a few tips from my failure: When you don’t feel well, emotions run high and anger triumphs over common sense. Sickness is no time to battle it out with your love. So instead of sympathy and love, our words were filled with contempt, and later … regret. Neither one of us could care for ourselves, let alone each other. If absence makes the heart grow fonder, sickness sucks the fondness right out. We glared at each other over the hem of our tissue-strewn blankets and said little to each other after accusations over who drank the remaining orange juice and chose the last movie. Figuratively and literally.įlu-ridden and homebound months after our wedding, I was questioning whether our marriage would make it after all.
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