Amazing. You have no idea how perfect this thread is for me today. I was feeling sorry for myself that I couldn't think of anyone to call and just whine to, and I open this up and here's my place! I have still not "recovered" from my last bout in the hospital. My chest feels tight and I'm still on 20mg Pred and I hate the anxiety I'm having. I don't feel particularly congested, not coughing up lots of stuff, so I'm making up all sorts of other dire things that could be wrong. Like, this is it, my last days on earth, or something.
My 16 year old son is being a screw up and not doing his schoolwork and looking at me like I don't know what I am talking about when I tell him that C's are not going to get him into college (he insists he wants to go). I hate when the kids ignore my sage advice! I'm overweight by about 20-30 pounds and we don't have any extra money for me to buy new clothes. I am the sole breadwinner in the family right now because my husband is recareering (he'll have his Bachelor of Science in Nursing in July) and I'm just tired of shouldering so much responsibililty.
And, as the only child in my family, I am also responsible for my father, who is in a nursing home, and who, whenever I go to see him, has to complain about the food. His complaint on Friday was that the pancakes they served him that morning were too big and it's just too much to eat and when I remind him that he can just eat as much as he wants and leave the rest he tells me that he just hates wasting food. And I'm just wishing that someone, anyone, would make ME pancakes for breakfast - any size!!!
Oh thank you for listening. I feel so much better just getting that all out of my system!!
Debi
54 w/cf, married 30 years, 2 kids