I am just at my wit's end. I am done in one more week - 8 more school days - for the summer. And it is dragging and making me miserable. I am sick and being treated with chemotherapy and super high doses of prednisone. Puffy face, mood swings, sick all the time. These blessed parents can't see far enough past themselves to recognize what a struggle every day is for me. I haven't closed - not even when I was hospitalized. Not once. I haven't altered their precious little worlds one bit. Could they just treat me like a person? I just ask that they keep to their schedules, pay me on time, and maybe every once in a while ask me how I am doing. And maybe take it easy on me for once. NO, I can't make your wife a birthday card today. I can barely lift my legs. NO, I won't be having an end of the year cookout this year. I will be in chemo. NO, I don't think I can work on potty training when you haven't even started it at home. NO, I am not going to take language samples for your kindergarten screening. I am too busy during the day to take notes. I just really can't understand people. I am trying my best to finish the year on a positive note - but the steroid rage is bubbling!!!!!
Sorry for the rant, vent and craziness. I am just at my limit. Really. It is here. This is my limit.
Sorry for the rant, vent and craziness. I am just at my limit. Really. It is here. This is my limit.
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