Expounding on this thread
I was about...18 or 19? I think when this happened.
I was in a chorus [the same chorus I posted about at some point on CS that ended up sucking ass but anyways] and we had all decided to make pumpkin rolls and chocolate peppermint rolls. Yummy!
Only problem...I ended up without a ride to campus. And found out...too late to really call anyone and ask about a ride. Oh well, I'll just walk. At that point, campus is a mile away. We were going to use the culinary arts' kitchen. It was a little scary [read: terrifying] to walk to school at 6-something in the morning. But managed it.
Now here is where I was a bit stupid. Although no one in chorus really understood the extent of my feet problems. So I have no doubt that if I had taken lots of breaks, I would have gotten some looks and comments. Still, that would have been better than what happened.
I was on my feet for hours. And basically standing in one place--which is extra bad for my feet. In general, I can walk around a lot better than I can stand.
Finally, we were supposed to take a break for lunch. They made me take a break. I told someone that if I sat down, I wouldn't be able to get back up. They thought I was joking.
I wasn't joking. I tried to stand back up, and the pain was so intense I burst into tears, nearly screamed, and promptly plopped back down.
I wasn't able to stand up again for over four hours.
[I also got lectured for not "telling people I needed to sit down." Yeah, thanks. xP]
After 4 hours, I could stand, but my "walk" was more of a "stagger" in which I had to hold onto whatever was nearby. Two people had to help me get home...and even walked me up to the front door!
My parents had virtually no reaction whatsoever. Like I was perfectly fine and it was just the normal, everyday pain. O.o
So today, I ended up confronting my mom a little on this. Especially the fact that she didn't react when I was in excruciating pain.
And she was like, "What, did you want me to be like Oh poor baby?"
"YES. YES I DID."
So then she did that, but it was like...ok, too little, too late, you know? Thanks, Mom. I certainly don't expect loads of sympathy and coddling for my day-to-day pain; that's something I just have to live with and since it's there, well, every day, not much anyone can do. But when I'm in such pain I literally cannot stand up for over four hours, and cannot walk unassisted after that....holy fuck, woman. That's not everyday. That might even have been go-to-the-doctor-worthy.
[And yet, still...all I can take is ibu or tylenol. Hmph. Even though I have arthritis in both feet, too. Dayum, no wonder they hurt so bad sometimes!]
Anyway, yes. There is my thing that I hate. That my mother honestly didn't get that "Oh poor baby" WAS the right reaction to have!
I was about...18 or 19? I think when this happened.
I was in a chorus [the same chorus I posted about at some point on CS that ended up sucking ass but anyways] and we had all decided to make pumpkin rolls and chocolate peppermint rolls. Yummy!
Only problem...I ended up without a ride to campus. And found out...too late to really call anyone and ask about a ride. Oh well, I'll just walk. At that point, campus is a mile away. We were going to use the culinary arts' kitchen. It was a little scary [read: terrifying] to walk to school at 6-something in the morning. But managed it.
Now here is where I was a bit stupid. Although no one in chorus really understood the extent of my feet problems. So I have no doubt that if I had taken lots of breaks, I would have gotten some looks and comments. Still, that would have been better than what happened.
I was on my feet for hours. And basically standing in one place--which is extra bad for my feet. In general, I can walk around a lot better than I can stand.
Finally, we were supposed to take a break for lunch. They made me take a break. I told someone that if I sat down, I wouldn't be able to get back up. They thought I was joking.
I wasn't joking. I tried to stand back up, and the pain was so intense I burst into tears, nearly screamed, and promptly plopped back down.
I wasn't able to stand up again for over four hours.
[I also got lectured for not "telling people I needed to sit down." Yeah, thanks. xP]
After 4 hours, I could stand, but my "walk" was more of a "stagger" in which I had to hold onto whatever was nearby. Two people had to help me get home...and even walked me up to the front door!
My parents had virtually no reaction whatsoever. Like I was perfectly fine and it was just the normal, everyday pain. O.o
So today, I ended up confronting my mom a little on this. Especially the fact that she didn't react when I was in excruciating pain.
And she was like, "What, did you want me to be like Oh poor baby?"
"YES. YES I DID."
So then she did that, but it was like...ok, too little, too late, you know? Thanks, Mom. I certainly don't expect loads of sympathy and coddling for my day-to-day pain; that's something I just have to live with and since it's there, well, every day, not much anyone can do. But when I'm in such pain I literally cannot stand up for over four hours, and cannot walk unassisted after that....holy fuck, woman. That's not everyday. That might even have been go-to-the-doctor-worthy.
[And yet, still...all I can take is ibu or tylenol. Hmph. Even though I have arthritis in both feet, too. Dayum, no wonder they hurt so bad sometimes!]
Anyway, yes. There is my thing that I hate. That my mother honestly didn't get that "Oh poor baby" WAS the right reaction to have!
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