Way to go, Internal Sun! That is quite the triumph story! Thanks for sharing!
Bunnyrabbit-- so sorry to hear about what your mother had to say about your father. I have a DD that does that about things. We as a family sort of have her figured out, so we stay more calm with her stories. My husband likes to exaggerate, so I've come to question him when he tells stories and then he gets upset, so I know what you mean. I don't know if it a male thing or part of his growing up or self esteem thing. Maybe thinking that people won't believe me if I tell the true story thinking it might not be exciting enough.
But then my in laws seem to down play the true stories. My father in law definitely is having problems in his old age and they brush it off when I tell them they better plan and take is driving privileges away. Not sure if it is a denial thing or fearful of upsetting dear old Dad. Anyway, human beings are funny...we all have our differences and family dynamics and ways of coping with things.
I was raised with more matter of fact conversation which sometimes, can not be the most fun conversation. My mother is an RN and so never panicked or get excited about illnesses or scrapes and bruises. So it was very strange to have them be concern later when I was having difficulty with my first baby. The labor was long and later I ended up with high blood pressure and a high fever and I delivered and ended up in ICU and then a private room. They ended up putting me on sodium penthatal to lower my blood pressure and keep me calm, all the time not quite sure what I had.
My mother and father wanted me to get a different Dr but I felt I was in good hands. Finally determined that I had Pre-Eclampsia, which usually is diagnosed a head of time not after I delivered my baby. I did show signs of it but they didn't realize, even though if they were looking they might have seen the signs before I delivered.
Anyway, after all of this, my mother was upset that I left my hospital room to take a bath for an episiotomy and I had a scheduled "Bath" room and I had to take it. My mother came in with a visitor that was her work associate. I excused myself to take this bath that was "sorely" needed and this was the first time I was functional after being in the hospital bed for a week. I'm sorry I couldn't stay and visit this lady who was my mother's friend, but there is a reason why it is called a Hospital.
When I came back from my bath, my mother basically scolded me for being in so many words, "rude" because I didn't stay to visit. I was pretty stunned by the whole situation. Especially with her being a nurse and my mother who you would think would be more concerned about my health than her friend meeting me. But that is sort of how she was all the while growing up is being more concerned what other people thought.
I didn't even live in that town anymore, I just went to my hometown due to my insurance covered the hospital, which was an HMO at the time.
So I understand how Mom's can be or certain people can be, as I have a sister with the same type of problem in a different way.
Congrats on your Triumph! I'm glad you made the visit and found out all is well. I'm heading to a family reunion where seeing my father in law might just be a different story. Paislee
Again CONGRATS!
Paislee