Not my finest moment of niceness

I melted down last night after a very painful physical therapy session that left me hours later in massive pain and with my leg(s) gone even more fucked up. The PT says she is sorry. My mom called me right as I was crying and on muscle relaxants and I told her I could not deal with talking with her to make plans for later in the week as I was too tired and distracted and not feeling good.

This morning she called in a giant determined panic and declared that what was happening was:

- she was going to come immediately, stay with me, and take care of me
- my dad was flying out and they would stay with me an extra week to "help" me
- they will take Moomin back to Texas with them, to help me

Agatha Fry, she made a pie And Christopher John helped bake it Christopher John, he mowed the lawn And Agatha Fry helped rake it

Now, Zachary Zugg took out the rug
And Jennifer Joy helped shake it
Then Jennifer Joy, she made a toy
And Zachary Zugg helped break it

And some kind of help is the kind of help
That helping's all about
And some kind of help is the kind of help
We all can do without!

It is not that my mom cannot be helpful because she totally could be, it was just really horrible to have her push her vision of how that was going to happen on me, without asking, when I was feeling at my lowest.

This is the edited version.

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[Jo]

Is there anything I can do?