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Earlier tonight I could see my mother was unhappy with me again from the way she was behaving. She's always unhappy with me one way or another.
Then she walks up to the chair that I'm sitting in and tells me I have to stop being so "offendall". I'm like what on earth? What did I do? I had no idea what she was talking about. I felt like a dog caught peeing on a rug. Yeah, that's a rather "offendall" term to use but it seems right.
My mother can't understand why I'm so confused but after me staring at her in puzzlement for several mintues, she says I need to start wearing underwear. (I had some on but I will admit that I don't always wear them when I should). It turns out she's upset that I wasn't wearing them the day the first nurse came and I had shown a bit more of myself than I should when I tried to lie down on the couch despite attempts not to let anything show. It didn't help my father was there too. My fault for not remembering which day she'd come.
Also, she said I needed to wear something other than a nightgown. Well, there's no one to see where I'm staying at and we hardly ever get any visitors. It's easier to wear a nightgown and carry around my body vac that cleanses my wound in the chest. I'm attached to it via a plastic tube that channels my body fluids into a plastic canister attached to it. I will allow even before the body vac, I wore one a lot because I couldn't stand seeing my good clothes get stained with my body fluids. If I were to go someplace that's be the last thing I wear.
Finally she told me I needed to think about getting back to the my apt. I told her that I hadn't been there in a while because I'm afraid of jarring my body vac and having to replace my canister before it's full. Those things are not easy to replace. It's very sensitive to jarring and roads around here are not the smoothest. Believe me, I'd rather be at my apt then staying with my parents.
I swear my very existence is "offendall" to her. *sigh*
Then she walks up to the chair that I'm sitting in and tells me I have to stop being so "offendall". I'm like what on earth? What did I do? I had no idea what she was talking about. I felt like a dog caught peeing on a rug. Yeah, that's a rather "offendall" term to use but it seems right.
My mother can't understand why I'm so confused but after me staring at her in puzzlement for several mintues, she says I need to start wearing underwear. (I had some on but I will admit that I don't always wear them when I should). It turns out she's upset that I wasn't wearing them the day the first nurse came and I had shown a bit more of myself than I should when I tried to lie down on the couch despite attempts not to let anything show. It didn't help my father was there too. My fault for not remembering which day she'd come.
Also, she said I needed to wear something other than a nightgown. Well, there's no one to see where I'm staying at and we hardly ever get any visitors. It's easier to wear a nightgown and carry around my body vac that cleanses my wound in the chest. I'm attached to it via a plastic tube that channels my body fluids into a plastic canister attached to it. I will allow even before the body vac, I wore one a lot because I couldn't stand seeing my good clothes get stained with my body fluids. If I were to go someplace that's be the last thing I wear.
Finally she told me I needed to think about getting back to the my apt. I told her that I hadn't been there in a while because I'm afraid of jarring my body vac and having to replace my canister before it's full. Those things are not easy to replace. It's very sensitive to jarring and roads around here are not the smoothest. Believe me, I'd rather be at my apt then staying with my parents.
I swear my very existence is "offendall" to her. *sigh*
I'll be glad to discuss with you in PM if you want.
