Discombobulated Family-ness

So O.K. Just some discombobulated thoughts having to do with my family.

• Talking to my mom Wednesday night about the surgeon and the Rheumy, she pops out with “You know your grandmother had Sjögren’s.”

  Well, no…I don’t recall that.  Now, I’ve talked before about how trying to get a family medical history out of my mother has been like pulling teeth out of a mule and how she always mentions these sorts of things after I’ve talked to a doctor about about them; though generally it’s several weeks or months later; so this is an improvement.  However, in this case, I kind of actually think she might have actually mentioned it once at some point and it didn’t register.  I think it was when my grandmother was in the nursing home toward the end and there were quite a few things wrong.

  So, it’s possible that Sjögren’s Syndrome runs in the family then on my maternal side.  That’s good to know and I’ll now be able to pass that on to the Rheumy.  Wish she’d reminded me of it when I was talking about going to the Rheumy.  Though…the fact that I’ve discussed my symptoms with her and that didn’t ring a bell suggests to me that Sjögren’s probably isn’t what I have.

• I’ve been playing phone tag with my aunt for a week.  Remember how I said I was going to visit her this summer?  Well, Summer’s almost over and I need to make those plans.  So I was trying to get in touch with her.  At first I had that whole surgery thing hanging over me but now I’m pretty free…so “we” (my dad, my aunt, and I) figured we could somehow intermingle the family trips in September where my parents were planning on visiting her in Ohio and then driving up here to Maine.  So now I’ll probably fly down to Ohio and then drive back to Maine with my folks.  Except my father is being his usual self and being unhelpful with the planning and won’t tell anyone anything so I can’t figure out when to buy the plane ticket to fly down or when to ask off from work.  My aunt and I may start plotting to kill him soon.  Ohio’s a big state with lots of lakes and hills to hide the body.  Her husband has a boat, I’m told.
• I did ask my aunt if Pugly could come along.  I realized it was presumptuous to assume he could come.  Apparently, the rest of the family has already worn out the doggy welcome at her house though.  I had to do some serious promising on Pugly’s part.  He had better behave himself and get his act together in obedience classes.
• My mother for some reason passed on the link of this blog to my aunt.  *waves to aunt*  My aunt has rightly pointed out that if my uncle and his family ever found out about the things I’ve written here, they would never forgive me.  I’m very glad to have a very accepting and understanding aunt.  I must speak to my mother about why we don’t hand out the link to the rest of the family.
• As a side note, my aunt did point out that my cousin who I have mentioned here before as having been diagnosed as anorexic has apparently regained her weight.  What this means for the original diagnosis, I don’t know.  I am glad to hear she’s recovered though.
• And here’s a random thought I mentioned to my aunt, if you grow up with a crazy person, how likely are you to become one yourself?

tags: dysfunctional family

One comment

1. on August 4, 2006 at 3:40 pm

   Tamara said:

   Hey, where in Ohio will you be? I’ll wave to you from up here in Michigan!

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