My stomach hurts, and it has been hurting since yesterday. It seems to get better when I put something in it, nothing major, a little cream of whatever soup, a few crackers, but it is really hurting. I woke up last night with the pain, ended up bolting (as fast as a cripped up woman can bolt) to the bathroom certain that I was going to be ill, only to have that drooly stuff, nothing more, but now that I think about it that seems to be happening about once or twice a week. I am attributing it to extreme stress, for the moment anyway. If I am not feeling better by the morning I am calling my doc.
There has been all this rotten drama since mom passed away, which has included my mother’s husband, shit, I guess kicking me out of the family basically covers it, although it has been far more complicated - and painful - than simply that. This week he has taken everyone else - including non-family members - to Hawaii to scatter mom’s ashes. If that wasn’t enough, my #2 daughter called me two weeks (approximately) ago to tell me that she and her boyfriend are getting married next month, but that it’s going to be very small and I shouldn’t worry about attending. (His parents will be there, and this is her first (hopefully only) marriage. Okay, I sucked that up, wished them both congratulations, and we talked about what she is wearing etc. Today I went to send her a message on fb, and, once again, she has deleted and blocked me. sigh She got mad at me (I still don’t know why) in 2010 and I called her when mom was in the hospital for the last time because it was stupid to let whatever her issue was keep her from saying goodbye to her grandma for the last time. One step forward, three steps back. I have been watching my aunt’s dogs while she has been in Hawaii, she will be home to get them tomorrow, and then I may just crawl back under my rock.
I am not having a good day . . . which is too bad, because the weather has been glorious, and I have not felt well enough to stick my nose out of the house. Fingers crossed that tomorrow will be a better day.
I feel so ungrateful for whining, people across the country - world - have it so much worse than I. Probably I need a hug.
No, Bbbobio a hug, leave the waterfowl out of this! :p;)