Today is the week 'anniversary' of my last surgery. Just thought I would pop in to say I am behaving myself (not working remotely hardly at all, honoring the lifting restriction, I have not tried to drive yet, and I have been basically a lazy SLUG... My Fitbit thinks I died I think).
In other words, I have been BORED OUT OF MY SKULL. The cats have been keeping me good company, and I think they are going to be mad when I do start venturing out to work, meetings, etc. gradually over the next couple of weeks. My follow up is at the end of the 5th week of August.
So, as I reported, I called my hoarding mother and kept the call short. I have been resting a LOT even though I cannot sleep... grrr) and I have had lovely visits from friends, calls, texts... But guess who I have not heard from? Not a peep? And who has not said a word to her neighbor (who is also checking in on me)?
That is right. My mother. I am on the edge of being the 'big girl' and calling her. I may do it later today or tomorrow. As I delineated in the previous post, I do not know what I am going to get but I guarantee it will not be focused on my well being.
I will keep you posted, I am sure when I do call her another blog post will be forthcoming shortly. Thank you for reading, and thank you for your kind thoughts, words and support. You make this journey tolerable.
Hoarding... No one wins. No one.
My name is Lisabeth, and I am the adult child of a compulsive hoarding mother. The take away from my journey is that the hoard is merely a symptom of a life threatening, relationship-destroying mental illness. An illness that often includes behaviors from addiction, child/domestic abuse, and personality disorders such as narcissistic personality disorder. Stay, read, and please, by all means, intervene if you see a child being raised in the shadow of the hoard.
So glad you are recovering and being good to yourself. Down time is good and restorative. Take care!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! Trying to be good!
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