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Aug. 16th, 2006 03:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolHo hum.
When I say 'family ick' itis not, in fact, my family ick. To make a long story short, my mum's mentor at college is dying (think imminently, as in the next few days) and Mum has completely lost of the plot over it. Okay, that sounds cruel. Either way, this woman's family has latched onto my mother and are treating her like a counsellor and a surrogate mum wrapped all into one. As such, my mum is getting deeply involved and crying about the whole thing a lot. She's also talking - quite seriously - about just quitting her course, after coming second in her year. Dad is currently writing her latest essay for her.
I am crap at being useful in such situations. I'm doing what I can - I just went and did the family shop, I cooked and cleaned up the kitchen yesterday and I have a hot date with a hoover and the washing machine, soon, because someone has to keep this house running and I know enough not to rely on Dad or Megan. And I know that it will help Mum be less stressed, for a little bit, because she likes a clean house.
It's just... not good. And I don't know what to do, but I also know that I cannot single-handedly run this household. Only Mum is capable of at least leaving the wee list saying "SIMON/MEGAN YOU MUST DO THE FOLLOWING..." and having those instructions followed.
Um, so that is making life not fun. Also I went to the doctor's yesterday and erm um. This bit is actually quite ick. You know my recurrant stomach problems I've been having recently?
Yeah.
Well.
Apparently, I have something that goes by the name of Irritable Bowel Syndrome, which just sounds TMI, but there we are. I am consistently being assured by educational website and the leaflet on the packet of pain tablets I got for it that it is 'extrememly common' and frankly I'm not sure if that makes me feel better or not. He's not 100% sure, but if I do everything he says and it does not go away, then it probably isn't. Except it'll never go away. It won't, apparently, get worse, which is some comfort, but argh. This is why I never go to the doctor's until I'm actively crying with the pain or I'm certain it can be fixed - I don't want there to be antyhing wrong with me. And now there is and I'm unhappy, because I know it can't go away and I can no longer boast about my utterly clean bill of health.
Erm, yeah. I am being really emo about this, because some days I barely register that there's something going on down there, and others there a few intermittant minutes of "OH MY GOD OW OW OW" throughout the day that come and go, and on others I'm actually in genuine pain throughout the whole day. Possibly psychosomatic, I know, but today is one of those days, and at least now I know there's a name for it, and, "up to 20% of the population are thought to occasionally suffer!" and that I can at least lessen these days, but argh. And I've been thinking back, and I know I used to get bouts of this sometimes.
So, I have stuff to do, I suppose. I have an exciting food diary I need to start making at some point, and a pain diary, and I have to correlate the two together to try and work something out. I have to drink more water (argh) and eat more fruit (GOD HATES ME) and eat more fibre. I have no idea about where to get fibre, other than beans and Weetabix. I have to do research, and crap like that. And, bah. I just want to be healthy.
I also don't want to be one of those LJ-ers that starts talking in depth about her gut all across the internet, so fear not, no gross symptoms here. I find the whole thing a bit embarrassing, actually, and talking to a doctor I've never met about it was the single most horrible experience of my life. I might talk a bit about the attempt at eating new foods, though. Mostly because, well, I don't remember my stomach being anywhere near this bad at university, so maybe that will help?
We'll see. I'm trying to be postive about this, but I'm also reading consistently that caffiene and fried foods make it worse. HOW IN THE NAME OF GOD DO I RECOVER FROM A HANGOVER NOW THEN?
But with everything so bizarre at home, I can't exactly talk to people about it. Also, you know, the embarrassment factor. Writing an LJ post can be bizarrely anonymous and train-of-thought for me, so, you know, I'm less hideously embarrassed here.
In other, les icky news, I have new glasses. They are almost identical to the ones I had before, except for thew fact they keep on sliding down my nose. I'm going back tomorrow to ask for them to be tightened up. Good fun. I also bought Dad's birthday present, although how much he will appreciate 'Grumpy Old Men' is to be seen.
Also, I heard an advert for Snakes on a Plne today. Holy crap, but I am excited for that film.
Okay then. To the laundry!
~Hathy_Col~
When I say 'family ick' itis not, in fact, my family ick. To make a long story short, my mum's mentor at college is dying (think imminently, as in the next few days) and Mum has completely lost of the plot over it. Okay, that sounds cruel. Either way, this woman's family has latched onto my mother and are treating her like a counsellor and a surrogate mum wrapped all into one. As such, my mum is getting deeply involved and crying about the whole thing a lot. She's also talking - quite seriously - about just quitting her course, after coming second in her year. Dad is currently writing her latest essay for her.
I am crap at being useful in such situations. I'm doing what I can - I just went and did the family shop, I cooked and cleaned up the kitchen yesterday and I have a hot date with a hoover and the washing machine, soon, because someone has to keep this house running and I know enough not to rely on Dad or Megan. And I know that it will help Mum be less stressed, for a little bit, because she likes a clean house.
It's just... not good. And I don't know what to do, but I also know that I cannot single-handedly run this household. Only Mum is capable of at least leaving the wee list saying "SIMON/MEGAN YOU MUST DO THE FOLLOWING..." and having those instructions followed.
Um, so that is making life not fun. Also I went to the doctor's yesterday and erm um. This bit is actually quite ick. You know my recurrant stomach problems I've been having recently?
Yeah.
Well.
Apparently, I have something that goes by the name of Irritable Bowel Syndrome, which just sounds TMI, but there we are. I am consistently being assured by educational website and the leaflet on the packet of pain tablets I got for it that it is 'extrememly common' and frankly I'm not sure if that makes me feel better or not. He's not 100% sure, but if I do everything he says and it does not go away, then it probably isn't. Except it'll never go away. It won't, apparently, get worse, which is some comfort, but argh. This is why I never go to the doctor's until I'm actively crying with the pain or I'm certain it can be fixed - I don't want there to be antyhing wrong with me. And now there is and I'm unhappy, because I know it can't go away and I can no longer boast about my utterly clean bill of health.
Erm, yeah. I am being really emo about this, because some days I barely register that there's something going on down there, and others there a few intermittant minutes of "OH MY GOD OW OW OW" throughout the day that come and go, and on others I'm actually in genuine pain throughout the whole day. Possibly psychosomatic, I know, but today is one of those days, and at least now I know there's a name for it, and, "up to 20% of the population are thought to occasionally suffer!" and that I can at least lessen these days, but argh. And I've been thinking back, and I know I used to get bouts of this sometimes.
So, I have stuff to do, I suppose. I have an exciting food diary I need to start making at some point, and a pain diary, and I have to correlate the two together to try and work something out. I have to drink more water (argh) and eat more fruit (GOD HATES ME) and eat more fibre. I have no idea about where to get fibre, other than beans and Weetabix. I have to do research, and crap like that. And, bah. I just want to be healthy.
I also don't want to be one of those LJ-ers that starts talking in depth about her gut all across the internet, so fear not, no gross symptoms here. I find the whole thing a bit embarrassing, actually, and talking to a doctor I've never met about it was the single most horrible experience of my life. I might talk a bit about the attempt at eating new foods, though. Mostly because, well, I don't remember my stomach being anywhere near this bad at university, so maybe that will help?
We'll see. I'm trying to be postive about this, but I'm also reading consistently that caffiene and fried foods make it worse. HOW IN THE NAME OF GOD DO I RECOVER FROM A HANGOVER NOW THEN?
But with everything so bizarre at home, I can't exactly talk to people about it. Also, you know, the embarrassment factor. Writing an LJ post can be bizarrely anonymous and train-of-thought for me, so, you know, I'm less hideously embarrassed here.
In other, les icky news, I have new glasses. They are almost identical to the ones I had before, except for thew fact they keep on sliding down my nose. I'm going back tomorrow to ask for them to be tightened up. Good fun. I also bought Dad's birthday present, although how much he will appreciate 'Grumpy Old Men' is to be seen.
Also, I heard an advert for Snakes on a Plne today. Holy crap, but I am excited for that film.
Okay then. To the laundry!
~Hathy_Col~
