Expectations

The expectation when spring arrives is that the nice weather arrives with it... Apparently not. As you can see from the photo, there is some substantial flooding. (Apologies for the poor quality of the image. I was on a train moving very fast)

Today has been a day of expectations being shattered.
I had to see my surgeon today, which is always a treat... *cough* Who am I kidding. I love to hate that man. But he did give me some good news. I'm on the waiting list for more of the reconstructive surgery I need. The wait time is going to be longer than ideal, but not because of high demand. I will need to be on crutches for 8-12 weeks after extensive work on my hip, but because of the surgery on my shoulder in March this year which won't FULLY heal until about March next year, he needs to make sure my arm will be able to deal with using crutches. That was the highlight of my day - hearing exactly how screwed up my hip is, and all the very detailed and disgusting things he will be doing to my hip while I am largely naked, and completely unconscious. But, I'm on my way to being repaired.

So, with the good news that I will be operated on in the not too distant future, and able to actually reclaim my life after the grueling 31 months I've had following the car accident that left me so very broken in so many ways, I expected that my friends and family would be supportive and happy for me. After all, they expect me to be there for them in their hours of need, and to celebrate upon happy news. Apparently there's a different set of rules for me.
Minimal response from my father. Thanks, Dad.
The response from my mother was all about how her arthritis is. Thanks Mum. It's always about you, isn't it. JUST BE HAPPY FOR ME! FOR ONCE! Please!
No response from friends until guilt tripped on facebook. Thanks guys. Next time you want support or someone to share joy with, look elsewhere.

I'm feeling pretty pissed off and betrayed to say the least. Thank goodness for the family I have in the not-quite in-laws. The Boyfriend broke down and cried with relief, because he knows just how much agony I'm in. His brother made some jokes like "The songbird sister in-law is finally on the way to her hip reconstruction. If she doesn't write a hip hop song about her hip op, I will be bitter, yo'. Word."

Thinking of not having any expectations from now on, other than expect to be used and abused, then betrayed.

"Your face is not the one I know.
I waited for you but you turned your back.
I needed you.
Broken promises."
~ Broken Promises - The Indigo Children