If my mother tells me one more time that she thinks I'm not moving around enough post surgery I'm going to let my legs give out in front of her.
I'm moving as much as I'm physically able to with my CRPS. I'm not laying down all day AND SHE KNOWS THIS. Even my PT guy agreed to cancel today because of how much pain I'm in and he's scared of my legs going out and me re-injuring myself only 2 days post op.
And she wants me popping the oxy every 8 hours which I don't want to. I rather take it at night to help get comfortable enough to sleep. I'm not trying to live off of it.
Also; I left the fuckin house yesterday. Did my hair & makeup, got dressed, and ran some errands with my dad & hubs so I could not be stuck sitting on the couch.
I'm fucking angry and over doing it but she makes me feel like shit and that I'm doing it wrong. I'm already super depressed and wanting to off myself every other hour. I had a full blown panic attack yesterday. Why am I almost 32 and still not doing anything right by anyone's standards.












