I feel like no one respects my time or what I need to do. Nobody cares that my kids didn’t get a summer break. Nobody cares that they don’t have what they need for school Friday. Nobody cares that my house and belongings are being destroyed daily. And I’m sure this will make people pissed as hell, but this is how I feel currently, and it is so upsetting. This used to be a world that reached out and helped each other, and it’s just not anymore. I don’t know what happened, but I’m just not seeing the same brotherly or sisterly love. When you took someone a hot meal bc they are struggling. Or you ask if they need a break. I’m not even seeing that from my own family, and I’m sorry to complain but enough is enough. I’m just tired. I FEEL LIKE NOBODY GIVES A DAMN. THIS IS A SELFISH SELFISH WORLD, AND MAYBE I’M SELFISH TOO, BUT IT IS WHAT IT IS. I’M JUST DONE BEING NICE AND TAKING IT. BUT I’M SURE I’LL DO IT ANYWAY. ****sigh****
And just wanted to mention that I have some wonderful supportive friends and family, and I’m certainly not talking about them. We also had a remarkable outpouring of support when my dad died, and we were so appreciative of that. I know people have their own busy lives and small bank accounts so I’m not expecting to be catered to. It just seems like everyone has disappeared….. And “it’s the thought that counts” is more than a phrase. It truly does mean the world. Even a simple phone call. That’s all I’m saying.
I don’t think I’ll be going to Walmart by myself again. The whole time I’m like a damsel in distress. I went today bc we needed more groceries and my back is doing so much better. Shopping is okay for the most part, but checking out is awful. Luckily I had a gracious and patient cashier who kindly packed the basket for me. The baskets on scooters don’t hold as much as buggies, so I was loaded down. Then get out to the parking lot, struggling to keep things from falling. The woman at the homeless vet table asks for a donation, I have no choice but to ignore her bc I’ve got one hand on the steering “wheel” & the other on my bag of bread about to fly away, & I’m looking straight ahead so I can see, then karma smacks me & my bread jumps in the air, I try to catch it, & my mile long receipt flitters away. So I have now littered in front of the woman! Then I juggle the bread and eggs till I get to the car. Well my remote decides not to work. So I’m struggling to find the trunk key, then It won’t work either! I finally get it, then pack the car for 10 mins. A nice girl asked if she could help, but I was almost done then. So as I’m parking the scooter, the cart guy runs up to me bc apparently the vet lady or somebody managed to wrangle my receipt in the wind, so he hands it to me. I awkwardly laugh & thank him, get in the car, which will not crank. So I try over and over and over. My car does this bc he’s a very moody car. I try to motivate him & give him a pep talk (his name is George), but he’s not having it today. It’s not, it’s gross, I can’t breathe, & I’m stranded with a trunk full of meat. So, as I said before, the remote wouldn’t work. Well neither will the hood pop open, bc when George throws tantrums, he totally shuts down! So, I’m trying to wait til he has calmed down, embarrassed and contemplating what to do. Then the sweet little cart guy comes back, and offers assistance. He had to hang on the hood a few times & finally George opened up! I explained that all it takes is jiggling the battery cables a couple of times. He did that, and then it cranked right up! Naughty George! Shame on you! I thanked the guy for his service, and finally was able to go home! So that’s my Walmart hell story of the day. & why I’m never going back alone! I do much better when I can use my kids as an excuse for my chaos! 😂😂😂😂
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One of the biggest challenges secondary to managing your lymohedema is finding shoes that actually fit and are affordable. A little style would be nice too. But beggars can’t be choosers, right? And I feel like living a life with lymphedema, I am begging enough. So I will continue to beg… New Balance, please I beg of you, make wide widths available for customization!
If you haven’t seen it, the new option for customizing on the New Balance site is awesome! But some shoes are only available in wide, some in 2E. I unfortunately wear a 6E, in men’s. I had challenges before lymphedema, being flat footed with wide feet, unknowingly affected with lipedema. I struggled to find female shoes that were wide enough. After struggling for cute shoes in Jr high, I gave up the fight and resigned to the fact that I would only ever be able to wear tennis shoes comfortably. Nothing cute, no sandals. And my feet only continued to grow. I wore my last female sneaker about three years before developing lymphedema. I then started wearing 2E widths in men’s New Balance. I was so happy to find a larger width that I didn’t even care about how they looked (they were plain black. Nothing fancy at all).
After I developed LE, I had to move to a 4e. And I can’t tell you how happy I was to find out that there was such a thing! I believe it was my dad who told me, and I was amazed. Eventually, I graduated to a 6E, and that’s okay too. As long as I can find shoes to fit my feet, I don’t mind the size. I urge anyone who has issues with finding shoes, look into new balance. A good pair of shoes can save your feet, legs, & life! Unfortunately 6E is as wide as it gets, and they usually must be bought online, but it can be done & in just so grateful to New Balance for providing larger footwear. Good for you, www.newbalance.com.
Here is another link that could help, if you have the ultimate devil of foot pain, Plantar Fasciitis! I do, and it’s agony! BTW, I think I’m supposed to mention that I don’t get paid when you click on these sites. I’m just being nice 😆
I think anyone who has gone through this likely knows, having a sick parent is the worst of the worst (right after having a sick kid). My mom had diverticulitis. Now knowing what I know about this condition, I knew it was more serious than she or her doctors were making it out to be. Well I guess I should have said something, bc it got abscessed and her colon perfed. She had emergency surgery, which was grueling on us, bc her myasthenia Gravis only complicated things, and then when she woke up, we found out that the Dr left the incision wide open!! 😬