Invisible Illness Invisible Friends - RheumatoidArthritis.net
A-fuckingmen.
They just don't get it. Even with Mr. Gracie having it in his knee, he still refuses to understand that I have it in BOTH knees, BOTH wrists, BOTH hands, BOTH ankles, one hip. To get him to "get it", I say "go to the kitchen and get your sandwich I made (that took forever cuz it hurt like hell)...but do it ON YOUR KNEE. Try doing that 3 times a day and let me know how you feel" and he STILL doesn't get it. I bring his plate of food to him, wrist throbbing, and he oh-so-slowly moves stuff around on his pc desk to make room for it, then turns to the tv, then slowly turns back around to take the plate that is now tilting dangerously because my wrists are giving out. And when I tell him HURRY..I can't hold it much longer...he yells at me because his "show" is on and he can't miss one word of it. So I take his yelling, go to my room, close the door, and don't let him see my spurting eyeballs cuz I'll be damned if I let him see me cry from the pain. Not from him yelling...from the FUCKING PLATE I was holding.
He gets mad at me when I won't go anywhere. He doesn't "get it" that I can't walk very far without my hip turning into a ball of flame. My friends don't "get it" that I won't go shopping because my ankles swell up, my toes freeze up in cramps, my hip burns like hellfire and I get tired really easy.
It's frustrating.
Just had to rant about it for a sec. I was so pissed earlier from him yelling at me, I actually went to craigslist looking for a room to rent that I can afford on my piddly SS. Ha. I would have to live in my van. I'm not pissed now. He can't help it if he lives in another world and just flat doesn't "get it". I guess.
A-fuckingmen.
They just don't get it. Even with Mr. Gracie having it in his knee, he still refuses to understand that I have it in BOTH knees, BOTH wrists, BOTH hands, BOTH ankles, one hip. To get him to "get it", I say "go to the kitchen and get your sandwich I made (that took forever cuz it hurt like hell)...but do it ON YOUR KNEE. Try doing that 3 times a day and let me know how you feel" and he STILL doesn't get it. I bring his plate of food to him, wrist throbbing, and he oh-so-slowly moves stuff around on his pc desk to make room for it, then turns to the tv, then slowly turns back around to take the plate that is now tilting dangerously because my wrists are giving out. And when I tell him HURRY..I can't hold it much longer...he yells at me because his "show" is on and he can't miss one word of it. So I take his yelling, go to my room, close the door, and don't let him see my spurting eyeballs cuz I'll be damned if I let him see me cry from the pain. Not from him yelling...from the FUCKING PLATE I was holding.
He gets mad at me when I won't go anywhere. He doesn't "get it" that I can't walk very far without my hip turning into a ball of flame. My friends don't "get it" that I won't go shopping because my ankles swell up, my toes freeze up in cramps, my hip burns like hellfire and I get tired really easy.
It's frustrating.
Just had to rant about it for a sec. I was so pissed earlier from him yelling at me, I actually went to craigslist looking for a room to rent that I can afford on my piddly SS. Ha. I would have to live in my van. I'm not pissed now. He can't help it if he lives in another world and just flat doesn't "get it". I guess.