Post by Charisma69 on Jan 12, 2011 12:58:23 GMT -5
Not sure if you saw my hypochondriac status on Facebook but I figured I'd explain here where I can vent freely.
Feel free to ignore if you don't want to read a ton of angry venting.
I'm facing a tough decision I've been trying to avoid in my relationship with Brad. In some ways he's a great boyfriend, but in others he really sucks.
On the one hand he's great with presents. He actually called my comic book store guy and had him put back these Buffy/Spike/Angel magazine/Lead figure sets that he knew I wanted to he could buy them for me for Christmas. He went out of his way to surprise me with a gift he knew I'd love. Great boyfriend there.
On the other hand I guess you guys have been seeing me talk about having the flu. Well, it started out with me having chest pains before New Years Eve. They were pretty intense and since I didn't have a sore throat or anything else they were also really scary.
I don't have insurance and I didn't want to waste money going to the ER and find out it was just gas or something else silly. Then I'd be stuck with a huge bill for no reason.
On the other hand chest pains with shortness of breath can be a sign of a heart attack. Sometimes those are the only symptoms you get if you're a woman.
So, I'm stressed out on New Years Eve, I'd been having chest pains for several days and all Brad is worried about is the party at his Uncle's house that night.
I tell him that I'm not sure what's wrong. I could have the flu or bronchitis but since I don't have a cough I'm not sure. I tell him it could be a heart attack, though I don't think it is. I ask him if he can call his cousin Mandy - she's an ER nurse - and tell her my symptoms to see what she thinks.
He insists that I need to go with him to the party. Gets mad that I'm concerned about my health and don't want to drive 25 miles to his house, and then ride another 25 miles to his Uncle's house, only to be stuck out in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of drunk people.
I couldn't breath. They're all smokers. It's freezing outside. It's just not a good idea.
He tells me that he can't even remember the symptoms I just told him. Seriously? It's not that hard.
So, I message his Aunt on Facebook and tel her my symptoms and ask her to ask Mandy when she gets to the party and let me know what she thinks. I told Brad not to worry about the symptoms, just tell Mandy to read Kim's Facebook message.
Brad goes to the party and I stay home. Nobody messages me on Facebook and he doesn't call me until after midnight. He's completely trashed and can't seem to comprehend why I'm upset with him at all.
He thinks that since he called me at Midnight to with me Happy New Year that I should be so happy to hear from him and not at all upset with him that he didn't care enough to take time out from his partying to make sure I was still alive. Granted that sounds melodramatic but my chest really, really hurt.
I ask him what his cousin said. He said, "Oh, they all say you're a hypochondriac."
And, he doesn't get why I'm mad at them too. Who reads a message about someone having chest pains and then doesn't get back to them at all? Not even a, "I'm not sure what's wrong with you, maybe you should just go to the Doctor" answer.
He said that his family never sees me anymore and that's why they didn't message me back. They just saw me the month before at his brothers wedding reception.
I just can't imagine ignoring any of them if they wanted life or death advice like that just so I could party. It's not like they never read the message. They saw it and couldn't bring themselves to read it or take the time to answer it because I wrote more than one paragraph and apparently that's writing a book.
So, when I finally go to the Doctor and find out I have the flu his first reaction is good, then you can come play house at my house since you have to miss work.
Not, I'm sorry for calling you a hypochondriac when there was really something wrong with you.
Then he gets mad when I tell him that I'm sick and not coming to his house. He lives in the middle of nowhere and has no central heat. He uses wood heat.
He can't seem to comprehend that this is bad for someone with a respiratory infection. Seriously, I can't breath and he thinks I should go to a house that he keeps about 40 degrees and stay with a smoker.
So, he gets his feelings hurt and says I don't want to come see him.
He bugs me the next day again about coming over and again I explain to a wall why this is a bad idea.
So this time he tells me to, "stop being a pussy." and I hang up on him.
We don't talk again until he calls me the day after that, and it's because he's trying to get me to come up again. I tell him if he wants to see me so badly why doesn't he come to my house - though at this point I don't want him to - and he says that since he came up the weekend before that I should be the one to come to his house - even though I'm always the one that goes to his house.
He never comes to mine unless my car is broke and he needs to fix it so I can get to his house or that one weekend before because I refused to go to his house since I couldn't breath and cold air makes it much worse.
So, I told my doctor all this at my appointment today and he said that Brad obviously has no idea what the flu really is. People die from it. He said that in all the years he's known me he has never known me to be a hypochondriac and he was glad that I wasn't listening to Brad.
Now obviously there's lots more pros and cons than all this mess, but this is a pretty big con. I have sinus issues so I'm like Heather. I often have headaches especially in the Spring and Fall.
He takes this as me "always being sick" and it makes him such a pain in the ass to be around when I'm not feeling well because he has no compassion. I'm really thinking it's over, but that's not an easy decision to make. Thus the need for venting.
Feel free to ignore if you don't want to read a ton of angry venting.
I'm facing a tough decision I've been trying to avoid in my relationship with Brad. In some ways he's a great boyfriend, but in others he really sucks.
On the one hand he's great with presents. He actually called my comic book store guy and had him put back these Buffy/Spike/Angel magazine/Lead figure sets that he knew I wanted to he could buy them for me for Christmas. He went out of his way to surprise me with a gift he knew I'd love. Great boyfriend there.
On the other hand I guess you guys have been seeing me talk about having the flu. Well, it started out with me having chest pains before New Years Eve. They were pretty intense and since I didn't have a sore throat or anything else they were also really scary.
I don't have insurance and I didn't want to waste money going to the ER and find out it was just gas or something else silly. Then I'd be stuck with a huge bill for no reason.
On the other hand chest pains with shortness of breath can be a sign of a heart attack. Sometimes those are the only symptoms you get if you're a woman.
So, I'm stressed out on New Years Eve, I'd been having chest pains for several days and all Brad is worried about is the party at his Uncle's house that night.
I tell him that I'm not sure what's wrong. I could have the flu or bronchitis but since I don't have a cough I'm not sure. I tell him it could be a heart attack, though I don't think it is. I ask him if he can call his cousin Mandy - she's an ER nurse - and tell her my symptoms to see what she thinks.
He insists that I need to go with him to the party. Gets mad that I'm concerned about my health and don't want to drive 25 miles to his house, and then ride another 25 miles to his Uncle's house, only to be stuck out in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of drunk people.
I couldn't breath. They're all smokers. It's freezing outside. It's just not a good idea.
He tells me that he can't even remember the symptoms I just told him. Seriously? It's not that hard.
So, I message his Aunt on Facebook and tel her my symptoms and ask her to ask Mandy when she gets to the party and let me know what she thinks. I told Brad not to worry about the symptoms, just tell Mandy to read Kim's Facebook message.
Brad goes to the party and I stay home. Nobody messages me on Facebook and he doesn't call me until after midnight. He's completely trashed and can't seem to comprehend why I'm upset with him at all.
He thinks that since he called me at Midnight to with me Happy New Year that I should be so happy to hear from him and not at all upset with him that he didn't care enough to take time out from his partying to make sure I was still alive. Granted that sounds melodramatic but my chest really, really hurt.
I ask him what his cousin said. He said, "Oh, they all say you're a hypochondriac."
And, he doesn't get why I'm mad at them too. Who reads a message about someone having chest pains and then doesn't get back to them at all? Not even a, "I'm not sure what's wrong with you, maybe you should just go to the Doctor" answer.
He said that his family never sees me anymore and that's why they didn't message me back. They just saw me the month before at his brothers wedding reception.
I just can't imagine ignoring any of them if they wanted life or death advice like that just so I could party. It's not like they never read the message. They saw it and couldn't bring themselves to read it or take the time to answer it because I wrote more than one paragraph and apparently that's writing a book.
So, when I finally go to the Doctor and find out I have the flu his first reaction is good, then you can come play house at my house since you have to miss work.
Not, I'm sorry for calling you a hypochondriac when there was really something wrong with you.
Then he gets mad when I tell him that I'm sick and not coming to his house. He lives in the middle of nowhere and has no central heat. He uses wood heat.
He can't seem to comprehend that this is bad for someone with a respiratory infection. Seriously, I can't breath and he thinks I should go to a house that he keeps about 40 degrees and stay with a smoker.
So, he gets his feelings hurt and says I don't want to come see him.
He bugs me the next day again about coming over and again I explain to a wall why this is a bad idea.
So this time he tells me to, "stop being a pussy." and I hang up on him.
We don't talk again until he calls me the day after that, and it's because he's trying to get me to come up again. I tell him if he wants to see me so badly why doesn't he come to my house - though at this point I don't want him to - and he says that since he came up the weekend before that I should be the one to come to his house - even though I'm always the one that goes to his house.
He never comes to mine unless my car is broke and he needs to fix it so I can get to his house or that one weekend before because I refused to go to his house since I couldn't breath and cold air makes it much worse.
So, I told my doctor all this at my appointment today and he said that Brad obviously has no idea what the flu really is. People die from it. He said that in all the years he's known me he has never known me to be a hypochondriac and he was glad that I wasn't listening to Brad.
Now obviously there's lots more pros and cons than all this mess, but this is a pretty big con. I have sinus issues so I'm like Heather. I often have headaches especially in the Spring and Fall.
He takes this as me "always being sick" and it makes him such a pain in the ass to be around when I'm not feeling well because he has no compassion. I'm really thinking it's over, but that's not an easy decision to make. Thus the need for venting.
