If it wouldn't hurt so much I think I could explode. Let me start from the beginning.
A month ago Thursday I went in for a major surgery on my chest. It's called a nuss procedure. It was originally supposed to last no more than 4-5 hours but went for 7 1/2 because there were some complications.
I spent 6 days in the hospital and after the pain started to become more bearable I was ready to go home. My mom was there every day and it was nice at first but when I started getting a sense for things and was doing better she got more annoying. Everything out of her mouth was a smart remark when the nurses or doctors were around. I said something to her one day and she got pissy about it did her usual fit.
While I was in the hospital my sister and mom took care of my puppy and the geckos for me. After a few days of being home and still feeling like complete crap my mom decided to fly off the handle. Roxy has been harder to house break than most dogs because she is a bit on the slow side. I worked with her as much as I could before going in for the surgery but she wasn't completely broken. My mom comes upstairs and starts yelling up a storm because I never worked with MY dog and I left all the work for Ashley and her. It was a losing battle so I just shutup and let her yell.
Fast forward a few more days and I'm trying to spend more time downstairs sitting upright in a chair. It's not very comfortable but I need to do it. Roxy went for the door and stopped to pee on the floor along the way. I got yelled at because I never worked with her and I should be taking care of my dog. Now remember I just had a major surgery and movement isn't exactly easy and squatting, bending or the like is hard and very painful. I start trying to put her out so it keeps everyone quiet and I wind up in the ER because I can't move my upper body. Turns out I irritated my chest and have severe inflammation on the muscle lining and the contact points where the bars are. I'm supposed to lay down as much as possible and avoid lifting anything heavier than a fork. That lasts a whole four days and I'm getting yelled at again.
That brings me to today. It's been a month since the surgery. I'm still in constant pain that is getting worse to the point that trying to stand upright is nearly impossible without excruciating pain. I will more than likely have to go back in sometime next week to have the bars adjusted and moved back into place. When meeting with my doctor my mom suggested taking me off all pain killers, over the counter and prescription to see how I react. Bad idea because I won't be able to handle the pain my doctor says. Next she tries to find ways to avoid going back in for surgery. He tells her that in the long run it is better to go back in because this much pain is not normal and he's concerned about the bars.
Today she flew off the handle because Roxy peed on the floor once or twice so far. Last night she did it during dinner and she didn't say anything but today she flips out about it and yells at me. I'm in severe pain, worse than than after my first surgery in 2001 and she is complaining because I can't take care of my dog.
I swear she's bi-polar or hitting menopause(no offense to women!) because one minute she is playing with Roxy and talking to her and the next she is ready to knock her out and me. I'm just annoyed she expects me to help out around the house more and do things she very well knows I can't do and am not supposed to do. I have to to lay in bed or sit in a chair and both are uncomfortable. I don't like not being able to do things, and this pain is annoying.
I just needed to rant about my mom and her constant complaining because I'm not doing anything. I see it happening all over when I go back in for surgery next week.
A month ago Thursday I went in for a major surgery on my chest. It's called a nuss procedure. It was originally supposed to last no more than 4-5 hours but went for 7 1/2 because there were some complications.
I spent 6 days in the hospital and after the pain started to become more bearable I was ready to go home. My mom was there every day and it was nice at first but when I started getting a sense for things and was doing better she got more annoying. Everything out of her mouth was a smart remark when the nurses or doctors were around. I said something to her one day and she got pissy about it did her usual fit.
While I was in the hospital my sister and mom took care of my puppy and the geckos for me. After a few days of being home and still feeling like complete crap my mom decided to fly off the handle. Roxy has been harder to house break than most dogs because she is a bit on the slow side. I worked with her as much as I could before going in for the surgery but she wasn't completely broken. My mom comes upstairs and starts yelling up a storm because I never worked with MY dog and I left all the work for Ashley and her. It was a losing battle so I just shutup and let her yell.
Fast forward a few more days and I'm trying to spend more time downstairs sitting upright in a chair. It's not very comfortable but I need to do it. Roxy went for the door and stopped to pee on the floor along the way. I got yelled at because I never worked with her and I should be taking care of my dog. Now remember I just had a major surgery and movement isn't exactly easy and squatting, bending or the like is hard and very painful. I start trying to put her out so it keeps everyone quiet and I wind up in the ER because I can't move my upper body. Turns out I irritated my chest and have severe inflammation on the muscle lining and the contact points where the bars are. I'm supposed to lay down as much as possible and avoid lifting anything heavier than a fork. That lasts a whole four days and I'm getting yelled at again.
That brings me to today. It's been a month since the surgery. I'm still in constant pain that is getting worse to the point that trying to stand upright is nearly impossible without excruciating pain. I will more than likely have to go back in sometime next week to have the bars adjusted and moved back into place. When meeting with my doctor my mom suggested taking me off all pain killers, over the counter and prescription to see how I react. Bad idea because I won't be able to handle the pain my doctor says. Next she tries to find ways to avoid going back in for surgery. He tells her that in the long run it is better to go back in because this much pain is not normal and he's concerned about the bars.
Today she flew off the handle because Roxy peed on the floor once or twice so far. Last night she did it during dinner and she didn't say anything but today she flips out about it and yells at me. I'm in severe pain, worse than than after my first surgery in 2001 and she is complaining because I can't take care of my dog.
I swear she's bi-polar or hitting menopause(no offense to women!) because one minute she is playing with Roxy and talking to her and the next she is ready to knock her out and me. I'm just annoyed she expects me to help out around the house more and do things she very well knows I can't do and am not supposed to do. I have to to lay in bed or sit in a chair and both are uncomfortable. I don't like not being able to do things, and this pain is annoying.
I just needed to rant about my mom and her constant complaining because I'm not doing anything. I see it happening all over when I go back in for surgery next week.
