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April was a very busy month for me and I am sure for most people. There was a baby shower, graduation, baby birth/baptism type party, a close friends death, house warming party, 2 anniversary. I started the month with optimism & excited about all the things happening. But now I feel I have been running around celebrating everyone else's life that am I living my life or is this suppose to be life.
I'm not really sure what you're getting at. Sometimes life is quiet, sometimes it can be hectic. Was March like April? Do you have as many plans this month?
This is life. Celebrating the good and the bad, events that draw people together to share memories, milestones, reflect on a life passed or one beginning. If you didn't have all of this to do, what would your life consist of?
Well think of the alternative. If you never got invited to anything that would be much worse. Imagine not having any friends, or friends throwing these events and not including you. You can always throw a party of your own, even without a milestone like a birth or a new house. Throw a TGIF party or a summer solstice party at the end of next month. And realize that other people including you in their celebrations means you DO have a life.
Maybe it was just coincidentally a very celebratory month. Is EVERY month like this for you? If so, then maybe you could refine your "friends list" so that you aren't stretching yourself too thin for people that you really only consider acquaintances.
If not, you should suck it up and be thankful that you have loved ones in your life who want you to be there for their happy moments/seasons. Count your blessings!
I was in the same boat years ago,,,,between all these gatherings.... its just not the keep giving of gifts and money ,,,its the time,,,every friggin weekend,,,their was something going on..
and while it is nice to be thought of to invite,,,i had to come up with a plan b
you can cut your invites in half,,,by blasting out political messages on facebook .... give it a shot,,it works..
April was a very busy month for me and I am sure for most people. There was a baby shower, graduation, baby birth/baptism type party, a close friends death, house warming party, 2 anniversary. I started the month with optimism & excited about all the things happening. But now I feel I have been running around celebrating everyone else's life that am I living my life or is this suppose to be life.
On Feb 25, I spent 12 hours in the ER, waiting for a bed in the main hospital. Fortunately, the ER staff began treatment to alleviate some of my symptoms.
I was admitted at 9:30AM and treatment continued for bronchial pneumonia and exacerbated COPD. After four days, my lungs began to clear and Transport showed up to transfer me to Telemetry because of atrial fibrillation. I spent the next eight days on a monitor, with personnel attempting to get my heart back to normal rhythm. With only 24 hours to go, it flipped to normal or I would have had to have cardioversion. (Electrical shock to the heart) During this time, I missed my little granddaughter's fifth birthday party. Fortunately, a dtr-in-law who has far too many things to do for her own family, shopped and wrapped a gift and card for the birthday girl from Grandma.
I was discharged and went home to sleep in my own bed. Son picked up a handful of prescription meds, bought me a TV for my bedroom, and ran to get groceries for me. The chicken that I had taken out of the freezer to thaw in the fridge had thawed 12 days ago and we got that out of the house. (Active gag)
I suffered an attack of bleeding. I didn't get too upset because they had been giving me heparin shots in the abdomen twice daily during my admission and I figured the bleeding had something to do with that. The next two days, it happened again - called my dr. and was told to stop one of the new meds and go directly to the ER. I was admitted for observation and more tests. Had a colonoscopy the following day and was sent home with orders to see my gastric surgeon. Somewhere in all this, I had to have blood work done - again. As if they hadn't all but drained me dry as an in-patient!
Since then, I have seen my cardiologist, my Primary Care, and the surgeon twice for
minor surgery. (Minor in the sense that there's no anaesthesia and I go home right away)
I sure would like to have a wedding or a shower or an anniversary party to go to. Just be happy that you aren't living MY life, sweetie.
On Feb 25, I spent 12 hours in the ER, waiting for a bed in the main hospital. Fortunately, the ER staff began treatment to alleviate some of my symptoms.
I was admitted at 9:30AM and treatment continued for bronchial pneumonia and exacerbated COPD. After four days, my lungs began to clear and Transport showed up to transfer me to Telemetry because of atrial fibrillation. I spent the next eight days on a monitor, with personnel attempting to get my heart back to normal rhythm. With only 24 hours to go, it flipped to normal or I would have had to have cardioversion. (Electrical shock to the heart) During this time, I missed my little granddaughter's fifth birthday party. Fortunately, a dtr-in-law who has far too many things to do for her own family, shopped and wrapped a gift and card for the birthday girl from Grandma.
I was discharged and went home to sleep in my own bed. Son picked up a handful of prescription meds, bought me a TV for my bedroom, and ran to get groceries for me. The chicken that I had taken out of the freezer to thaw in the fridge had thawed 12 days ago and we got that out of the house. (Active gag)
I suffered an attack of bleeding. I didn't get too upset because they had been giving me heparin shots in the abdomen twice daily during my admission and I figured the bleeding had something to do with that. The next two days, it happened again - called my dr. and was told to stop one of the new meds and go directly to the ER. I was admitted for observation and more tests. Had a colonoscopy the following day and was sent home with orders to see my gastric surgeon. Somewhere in all this, I had to have blood work done - again. As if they hadn't all but drained me dry as an in-patient!
Since then, I have seen my cardiologist, my Primary Care, and the surgeon twice for
minor surgery. (Minor in the sense that there's no anaesthesia and I go home right away)
I sure would like to have a wedding or a shower or an anniversary party to go to. Just be happy that you aren't living MY life, sweetie.
THAT is putting things into perspective!
BTW, you evidently have an angel for a DIL. .....and your son also stepped up to the plate.
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