It's been a really shite time in general and a particularly shite week. It's one of those times in life where it doesn't rain it pours. Most notably this week I have spent time in hospital with my very sick child (unexpectedly), and when finally released I had to have an MRI myself to investigate multiple lesions on certain organs that showed up in a routine ultrasound. Waiting for results but it doesn't look good. Hopefully I'm wrong.
Now I've picked up a nasty cold and feel dreadful and exhausted from the hospital stay. Thankfully my child is much better but it was really scary for some time there. He's very young and his condition means he could end up critically sick again in future and now I'm terrified I might not be around to make sure he's okay.
Sorry to ramble on. Anyway, I spoke to my mother today who knows about my child (though downplays the severity of his condition) but not about my lesions. Rather than ask about him she carried on about how deflated she was after a lunch with her friends whose children had "amazing" jobs in diplomacy and academia. I tried to laugh it off and said her kids had interesting jobs too which she rejected and said it was all very disappointing for her and she had nothing to say at the lunch.
To be honest I'm stressed about having a job at all given what's happening in the world and the fact I keep having to call in sick given what's been happening. I could lose it at any moment and we seriously can't afford for me to not work.
I realise I'm dealing with a lot she has no idea about (she was nowhere to be seen when one of my siblings or I were sick as children) but AIBU to be upset she can't read the room better? She's got form for taking pot shots at me in particular and tends to strike when I'm down.