I’m not exactly sure how to structure this post because there are so many things I want to talk about, so if it is a little more flighty than usual, then I apologize.
I guess first of all, I should talk about Christmas. My parents and I had our Christmas meal with Nana on Christmas Eve so that my aunt didn’t have to see me or threaten violence against me. I cried almost the entire three or four hours that my parents and I were there. I managed to almost have an asthma attack because of the crying and I messed up my internal system by getting so worked up. (My temperature shot up, I started getting sick, etc.) So, it wasn’t all that pleasant. I felt bad for my grandmother because she’s almost 80 and she’s got a lot of health issues going on, so having to have separate Christmases was tough on her physically and mentally. (She has a lot of anxiety issues, so this whole situation has upset her quite a bit.) I also felt bad that I couldn’t even fake a smile or a good mood while we were there.
When my mom talked to Nana about how Christmas Day went with my aunt, uncle, cousin, cousin-in-law, and cousin’s son, she said that it wasn’t a really festive occasion. Apparently, my cousin’s son went through Nana’s house looking for me and was sad that I wasn’t there to play with him. I almost cried when my mom told me this. I missed him, too. He’s the one person that I have missed every second of this whole non-communication between my aunt and me thing. He’s just so awesome and thinks differently and is so smart and creative, so being around him is always fun. I feel like he’s a kindred spirit.
Nana said that my aunt asked how we handled Christmas without them. When Nana told her that I cried almost the whole time, my aunt said that that was good because I hadn’t made any effort to apologize to her. Okay, that isn’t true. First of all, I actually did write a “letter” via Google Docs and sent it through my uncle’s email address with a note for him to please give it to her. While the apology isn’t a complete acceptance of the alleged wrongs that I’ve been accused of committing, it is an apology for what I did do; a request that she cease this anti-Janet “campaign”; a request that she learn a little bit more about the physical and mental health problems affecting my mom, Nana, and me so that she could understand the context of the posts I write; and questions about why she made comments to my mom suggesting that I should be kicked out of my house, that I was a bad daughter, etc. Anyway, the apology is the best that she is going to get. I would’ve sent it to her personally on Facebook but she blocked me from sending her messages after I sent the message chastising her for not contacting her sister (my mom) after the June 2011 hospitalization or any of the hospitalizations/surgeries. I can’t do it via the phone (fear/anxiety issues), face-to-face is out of the question, I don’t have her personal email address, and I just don’t think sending a letter is practical. I would post the apology letter on here, but she doesn’t actually read this site, so it wouldn’t do any good.
On Christmas, I wasn’t just upset about the downfall of that particular relationship. I was also upset that my maternal grandfather’s only surviving sibling had unfriended me on Facebook, as had one of his kids. These were two of my favorite people in the family, so being unfriended saddened me. And part of me wondered if my aunt had anything to do with it. I hate being paranoid, but it was weird how they unfriended me shortly after she had posted something on each of their walls. That thought/paranoia, plus the knowledge that she keeps badmouthing me to Nana and (when my mom calls her) my mother, made me very frustrated because some of the key issues with being Borderline are the fear of abandonment/rejection and intense and unstable relationships. I think anyone who knows me in any way, shape or form could cite any number of examples that I will go to a near breakdown state whenever things change, relationships end or near an end, I start feeling unappreciated, and when I feel alone, unloved, or unwanted. So, when I was crying on Christmas Eve, I was thinking about the familial implosion, possibly killing myself over it, and how I was somehow a horrible human being. That’s not the kind of thinking that one should have at any time, but it is especially bad during the holidays. And that thought process and the pain that it caused makes it harder for me to come up with a way to apologize over any of this or keep quiet about how I feel. I don’t want to excuse my (sometimes) bad behavior, but I want my family to understand where it comes from.
(BTW – When my aunt tried to lay all the blame on me for this, Nana wouldn’t have any of that. She told her that she [my aunt] was to blame, as well, and that she was the one who wanted the family split up. She’d also told her off on the 23rd when Nana mentioned that she had to fix the table for our lunch and my aunt told her not to worry about it with us because we “weren’t used to eating at a table” anyway. )
Aside from the Christmas tear-fest, I was going to share whatever the results were from my MRI and EEG. I went to the neurologist’s office yesterday, but (after waiting an hour and a half) I was told that the neurologist had just left to attend to an emergency at one of the hospitals. In a small way, I was upset over not finding out the answers, but I would rather not know what was wrong with me than know that my neurologist might have wasted time with me that he could’ve spent on someone who was truly in need of his help at that moment. (And I know that neurologists are not exactly doctors who have soft-fluffy-type emergencies.) Anyway, my neurologist was supposed to call me sometime later in the day yesterday. He didn’t. He still hasn’t called. I could call them, I guess. The only thing I do know from the appointment yesterday is that I had lost another 6 pounds, in addition to the ~50 that I’d lost in the last year.
Oh, I finally had my T4, TSH, LH, and FSH tests done yesterday afternoon, over a month after they were originally ordered. The woman who did the test asked me if that was my husband in the waiting room. I silently gagged and told her that that was my father. She told me she was glad because she had been mad when she thought he was my husband because he should know better than to be with someone so young. In a way, I understood what she meant, but it was kind of weird to have someone say that kind of stuff. I mean, she doesn’t know me, so what was she going to say if she had been my husband? How would she have gotten around her disgust? And is saying that kind of thing a good idea when you’re sticking a needle into someone? (It could cause someone to tense up and cause veins to ‘disappear’ in someone who, like me, is a hard-stick.)