This thread gives some background:
[[http://www.mumsnet.com/Talk/general_health/11
37455-big-op-ahead-parents-reactions-among-other-things]]
Now 3 days from op. I'm at the end of my tether today, exhausted and fraught. I didn't really disengage as sensibly advised in my previous thread. I tried to make parents 'feel better' by phoning each week.
Each time I reiterated my no visitors rule. I can't be doing with them at my bedside being fraught and awkward, remembering endless details of my previous ops (completely forgoptten by me).
Last week, my mother slid into the conversation that she had booked into a B&B for 2 nights next week, v close to where we live (they are normally 200 miles away!). My dad 'had a meeting in London already, so thought they would both come down and extend from 1 night to 2 nights, book locally to us etc etc. All 'a coincidence'. I found myself saying well, I guess by next week I may welcome a visit - I understood that to be the point.
Then I was furious. I felt manipulated and angry. I feel they are intent on barging their way in to what I see as my operation, my life, with no regard to my wishes. I wrote a letter to restate that I didn't want visitors - any visitors. I said I felt manipulated, went on to explain why, (apart from that word) a very careful letter, trying to get over the fact that I'm a 49 year old middle aged woman with my own family and fundamentally that my wishes should be simply respected.
Furious diatribe from my mother this Sat. 'What do you mean by manipulated?' Attack, obfuscation. 'You were the one who told us we could visit'! 'The timing is nothing to do with you. We're coming because it's DGDs half term, and your DH not working'. Huh? No mention of this before. DH is not working becasue I'm in hospital! I don't think I need my DH diverted from the carefully planned visiting schedule and care of DD. It's like a 6 year old making up stories..... Last shot: 'We are free agents you know!'
Oh god. All this would be amusing if it hadn't kept me awake for the last 2 nights till 3am, besides myself with fury, churning with anger. Frankly I feel so over the top about it that clearly I could do with a good dose of therapy. However given that I have a mere 2 days to calm down abit decided to rant on here instead. Am I going crazy?