"helpers"

I had my surgery on Thursday. My mother is here.

Can you read the thousand things in that sentence?

She is trying so hard. Too hard at times. I'm thankful for the help, truly. But I might jump out of the window. All her quirks have amplified as she ages. 

My husband seems to be grouchy & I yelled at him before he left for his 14 hour work day. Then I cried, which hurt terribly. He hugged me a long time, then he was late. He has 2 jobs & this is his 1st day back to both.

Later my dad is going to bring me supplies & then yippee! I get to have both of my parents in the same room.

I can't wait to feel less crappie than I do now. And for the stupid scale to start moving

Use this site to vent. I have been in the situation of unwanted help. It seems to make recovery harder; at least it did for me. Part of what you are feeling can be related to anesthesia and surgery. You need to think of you first.

sending prayers your way so you don't need help for too much longer.

It's not uncommon to become very emotional after surgery.  I had a meltdown in the hospital when my surgeon told me he wouldn't sign off on me taking six weeks from work  

Also be aware that it's common to experience "hormone dumping" after surgery.  Click on the magnifying glass on the title bar and search for it.  

It will get better.  The scale will move and you will become ecstatic.  Good luck to you 

I told my mother to be "on call" but NOT to come during recovery for that very reason.  My father-in-law that lived with us was bad enough.  I just wanted to be left alone, so I assigned everyone chores to busy themselves and feel like they're helping instead of doting on me.

I am still pre-op but we are already laying the foundation to reject my moms "help".  I know she means well but I also know that I would be better off managing things myself. 

Bless you for not losing your mind!  

I am glad mom is here - even if she makes me feel like a rowdy teen all over again.

Today I dropped my pills & there was no way to get them myself. Tonight my younger son had a problem that I physically could not have helped him with & would have been too hard for him if his teenage brother had to do. And I'm sure Mr Teen would have preferred not to.

But! Chatty Cathy farty pants is still my crazy ole mom.