Ok ya'll. I am almost always Polly Positive - especially on social media. I coach and mentor others with chronic illnesses, and additionally keeping good vibes going is better for me too.
But sometimes the well runs dry and I need a place to whine a little :(
We have been having sewer work done on our house. The problem started last July, but we didn't realize it was a !PROBLEM! until November. So we had contractors come in, give opinions, make bids and finally got started Jan 4th.
We rent (thank goodness) and have an awesome landord, and I tried to talk him out of hiring this one particular company. But they had the lowest bid so that's who he went with. (Don't worry I'm getting to the Fibro part, so hang with me).
This has been the biggest freaking disaster. First of all, know that I am a very calm, whatever, it'll be ok, kind of person. I know that any kind of contract work of this magnitude has its problems and I was prepared for that. But here we are almost a month later and it's still not done. The absolute worst project management I have ever seen. I was able to roll with it until the work began inside the house. My landlord and I have had to baby sit them the entire way through. No communication, no updates, no planning from them at all. We were displaced from our home for 2 days last week (3 kids, 4 cats and a dog - I have a saint of a grandmother! ) and we had to keep calling THEM to find out what was left, when we needed to be they're to let them in, when we could come home etc. They messed up stuff so I couldn't do laundry or run the dishwasher until they sent someone back on Saturday to fix all the screwups. (Feeling my stress?) They were jackhammering so there is dust every where. My entire kitchen has been packed up and in my living room. And just when we started to clean and unpack, they call and tell us they have "one more hole to hammer out"!!!! I have a week's worth of laundry and I'm trying to work and homeschool around all of that.
So today. .. the flare hit.
I am exhausted.
I ache all over.
I have a tendon on the right side of my neck that is pulling on everything on the left side and that's a really hard place to do body work on yourself! !
And this isn't even close to being over.
Granted, all of this - and I've just given you the highlights- is enough to drive a healthy person to drink. But I have reached my limit.
I want to cry and hide under the blankets and not come out until it's all over. I have about 4 good hours of "spoons" a day. I'm never going to get the house back in order.
So I guess I just need a safe place to unload some of this negativity before I blow up.