The title basically says it all. My abilities – mental, physical and emotional are just bad enough that I need a ton of help for even the smallest of tasks, but not bad enough that I can accept it.
Just in the past week, I needed a ton of help.
- I needed my husband to pick up items at the store around midnight when he got off work because I am not driving during the winter months. Either this or he gets up early so he can take me to the store.
- Hubby was late getting to work on Wednesday because he took me to the dentist and I was in the chair for 1 1/2 hours – a lot longer than was planned.
- At the dentist, I forgot my pillow for under my knee so they had to find something. They also put a rolled towel under my neck. I have to be sat up once in awhile because I can’t stay still very long.
- I also can’t keep my jaw open for long periods so they have to use a bite block to keep it open.
- Oh, and because of my knee replacement I have to take 2,000 mg of Amoxil one hour before any appointment where they will be doing work on my teeth, including cleaning.
- I need to be helped when I go out because there is a lot of snow and ice on the ground and we are not used to it here. I don’t have spikes on my cane because the rain can wash the snow away in a heartbeat and I would be changing it back and forth.
- I use my long-handled shoehorn to put on my boots at home; however, when I am out, I need Hubby or someone to help me put them back on.
- If I fall anywhere I have a difficult time getting up and I have been stumbling a lot lately which terrifies me, especially when I am alone.
- Anytime I go out with friends, someone has to pick me up and I live a fair distance from them all.
There is a lot more I could add to this list, but I think you get the idea. These may seem like small things to most people but when you add them all up it really is a big deal. I feel like I can’t do anything for myself anymore.
On top of this, there are all the food restrictions and intolerances. Hubby and I have decided that we will be very good at home but will allow ourselves to have what we want (within reason of course) when eating out. This makes it easier when going to a friend’s house.
I know I am blowing things out of proportion but this week I was just very worn out and having a difficult time (i.e. feeling sorry for myself). What I should be doing is thanking the Good Lord for giving me family and friends who accept me with all of the above.
And the truth is, it only feels like high maintenance when I am not feeling the greatest and need the help – which, I might add is there when I need it. I have said before that I am actually grateful for all the trials I have been put through because they have made me not only a stronger person but have equipped me to help others through similar situations.
So, high maintenance I may be, but at least there are a lot of people who care enough to maintain me! 😀