My family paints me as a raving bitch and it hurts my feelings

Dec 27, 2009

My family thinks and often talks about what a raving bitch I am and it hurts my feelings excessively.

The morning of my Moms surgery we got to Kaiser at 5am. We proceeded to sit around waiting for an excessive amount of time. When I asked the admitting dept staff they told us she would be called back at 7:30. At 7:45 I went up and asked what was up to find that the surgeon never put in the order for the procedure. When I asked if that happened often they said no and the problem was rectified shortly there after. The way my sister paints it on her blog, I was yelling at the admitting department staff and the nurse and making a huge scene in the admitting department. That was not the case. The conversation was quiet and the only people who were aware if it were my family.

After my Moms surgery we went into ICU and I was simply informed the nurse who was caring for her about the blood pressure difference between my Moms two arms. The blood pressure on the left usually is extremely low while the blood pressure on the right arm appears about right. Problem is that they never want to take her blood pressure on the right because she had a right sided mastectomy (no lymph nodes were removed from her axilla and she has never had lymphedema so it is safe for her BPs on that arm).  For fear of them flooding her lungs trying to fluid bolus her BP up (trust me this has happened many times) I find it necessary to inform the nursing staff of the difference. The way my sister painted this situation on her blog I was yelling at the nurse, being unreasonable and a raving bitch and generally painting my family in a bad light and labeling us as "trouble makers".

I've been sitting bedside all day in the ICU for an entire week and it hurts my feelings so much to come here and read on my sisters blog what a raving bitch she thinks I am. It hurts my feelings to be thought of this way and it has always hurt my feelings.

I'm sick and tired of being called a bitch. I was a bitch at one time but its been way over ten years since I would walk down the street slinging shit from side to side. No friend or acquaintance I now have would think of me as a bitch and they are shocked when my brother feels compelled to tell them that I am a bitch and when he asks them how they can stand to be friends with me.

Had I not talked with the admitting department it would have been a couple more hours until they took my Mom back and had I not let the nurse know about the BP difference my Mom might have fluid sogged lungs by this point.

I have asked my siblings many times to please stop using this title with me but obviously they refuse to. I just hurts my feelings so much.

I feel VERY sad and VERY alone right now. I will continue to sit bedside in the ICU because I love my Mom so much. At this point I'm not doing it for my bitch calling siblings.

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