I sit here 7 days post-op and wander, "what in the world are they thinking?" I haven't heard hide nor hair from my son in over 3 weeks. My daughter came over to get her mail but never asked me a thing about how I was feeling, what it was like, if I needed anything, if her dad needed anything... nothing... just picking up her mail because she was supposed to get a new bank card and that was important to her. It's been a few days since she did that. She had to have known I was in a great deal of pain. I was in bed when she arrived and rang the door bell. DH was getting my prescriptions... the day after I arrived home from the hospital. I dragged myself out of bed and waddled to the hallway when she let herself in. When she called earlier I asked her not to come by for another hours because DH would be back. But she came right over. I said, "hugh... I thought you wouldn't be here for another hour"... she said, "I talked to dad and he said I could come over" So, I waddled back to bed and she rummaged through all the unsorted mail. Never said goodbye, I love you or kiss my ass. Yes, I'm thinking... when she needs me, what shall I say? Should I say, "oh... you need me? oh... I needed you too..." Should I tell her to just go away? I hate this behavior... and I just really don't know how to handle it properly. oops... starting to get emotional here...

(not so funny that I thought of food after I wrote that) I have to find another comfort for my emotional termoil.
I'm a bit restless today, I'll try to put some clothes away and clean up a bit. It's really not too bad, but I'll try to do what I can.
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Janine344/310.4/176.4/117 (6/15/08)
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