My friend recently had knee surgery and she has kept everyone hopping, as she oversees her care from the hospital bed placed squarely in her living room. At one point, I had a brief vision of the Queen overseeing her subjects with great delight. The poor daughter has put in 3 straight weeks of non-stop care: toileting, walker assistance, pillow plumbing, and answering the bell that never stops ringing. It’s almost like watching a comedy movie, but I’m caught up in the demands, too. The most recent being – “Can you take me to my mid-afternoon nail appointment?” How did I forget I don’t have a life?
There has been a price to pay for all this indulgence and imperial type attitude… a DVT. Whenever someone suggested some light activity or trying something on her own, it was met with histrionics worthy of an Oscar. This is my dear friend who is somewhat entitled, via attitude, BUT this transformation to Diva is unreal. So, Dear Readers, I throw out the following to you:
Why do we allow this to happen? What turns someone into a Diva How do we get out of this and still save the friendship?
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