poopy day 04/18/08 10:01 PM To say that I've had a poopy day would be the biggest understatement of the month. If it could go wrong, it did go wrong. Now I have to wear a surgical shoe because I broke my toe yesterday. My PCP thinks something is wrong with me, but he wouldn't explain. He thinks this because I have fallen off of my scooter again and just had my stitches out a couple days ago. I also sprained my wrist and broke my toe.I don't know if he thinks I'm the victim of spousal abuse, I'm overmedicated, I'm a hypochondriac, or what???? He thought I was amused at my swollen foot with 4 purple toes. I did have a mischievous expression on my face, but that doesn't mean there is something wrong with me. He wanted me to be upset. I wasn't. I've had rheumatoid arthritis for 59 1/2 years, so what is the big deal about 4 purple toes and one of them broken???? I've had cancer surgery less than a year ago; now THAT was something to be upset about, not a broken toe. I laugh when I get nervous, so the more he questioned me, the more I giggled. I don't think the visit went well--- Then my brother called and was unusually open about subject matters. He confirms how much my Mother hates me. I've always known this, but it puts the hurt on an elevated level when someone confirms what you already know in your heart. He told me that he was present when my Mother fought vehemently to keep me out of the will. Don't I feel special! She has hated me for as long as I can remember. She has tried to hurt me for as long as I can remember. I live a 1,000 miles away from them; that is as close to them as I want to be. Far, far away. I don't deserve this hate, I have never deserved this hatred from them. My Mother has to play pathetic victim off of someone. I was an easy target. When I left, then she began to pick on one of my younger brothers. I moved on with my life about 4 decades ago and never looked back. I know I am a good person and I don't have to prove it to them. They don't even know me. I hope tomorrow is better. I don't need any additional broken bones, or sprained wrists, or stitches in my eyebrows, or teeth broken off when my face hits the street, or black eyes from whacking open my eyebrows when I hit the street. Where is the bubble wrap so I can encase myself in it??????