I hurt. I am tired of hurting. Oh I know it could be worse and others hurt too and feel for them I really do. Not only do I hurt I am exhausted beyond normal exhaustion. I try not to complain, do my thing and not show how bad it really is but today its unusually bad and I hate it.
The dishes aren’t done, it seems no one in the house knows how to do them (there are two other adult females), things aren’t picked up. This annoys me to no end, even when I have said something nothing changes. They mess it up and I am supposed to clean it. One told me I had no idea what pain was! Okay. Now I am pissed. I know what pain is I live with it everyday. Some days it is worse than others and some days even worse. BUT I look fine, though I am not.
Very rarely do I get angry, usually frustrated, but today I am angry. Angry that I hurt, angry that people don’t recognize that. Angry that I have no help when they could help. Just plain angry. I miss the old me……..
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