Maintenance guy at my old place used to come in all the time, without notifying me. Like once a month, seriously, to change a filter or inspect something. I knew he'd been there by the dirty footprints on the kitchen floor. I hated it.
My last Jonesboro apartment before the move to Memphis they wouldn't give me advance notice of needing in my apartment, and the maintenance guy would wait about 30 seconds after knocking before unlocking my door and letting himself in. Also, the timing was always early enough in the morning that I was sleeping or showering. I was not a happy camper.
I won't lie--I've admitted myself into the hospital without telling my parents. But my headaches are perfectly routine, fuck it all. It
But that's not something new, that's just late weekend stuff for you. If you get admitted for something no one ever thought of, I am still going to say it's something you should think about letting people know. But admissions for migraines early Sunday are just what happens when they don't give you the right, called for, meds.
Oh, yes, I am strident about what needs to be disclosed. And recurring medical issues aren't one of them after initial disclosure unless you need the conversation topic. I've maybe used allergies that lead to creepy coughing that way. Still, if it's a new thing, I know I need to bring it up.
I had my fibroid surgery and didn't tell my mom. But then, she calls me in Connecticut to tell me that she's having heart palpitations, but is going to take the metro to the hospital and could I please call her in an hour and a half to make sure that she made it.
Yeah, we're fucked up.
Oh, there is definitely medical stuff I haven't told my parents.
But that's stuff I don't tell them, not stuff I wait to tell them until they happen to ask me how I am doing.
My brother fell off a cliff and broke both legs, and didn't tell my parents for almost a week.
Oh Lee, I hope your mom is doing alright now.
Okay y'all are worrying me now with the things you don't tell your parents. But maybe I just had some weirdly open relationship with mine? I dunno. I mean, by the end of their lives there were things I didn't tell, especially my mom, but that was sort of a special case. I would have told the old version of her, but mom 2.0 just couldn't comprehend it.
And yes, I hope your mother is doing better, Lee. {{hugs}}
Oh, I fully admit my relationship with my parents is not a great one.
