OH GOD I can't cope.
I fucked over my knee at the weekend, luckily no cast, but still strapped heavily and I'm stuck in my room for the forseeable future. Stairs are impossible.
My grandma has "moved in" to help. Jesus, I feel like such a fucking cripple. What is it with old people and their ability to be utterly patronising.
I can't even hop across the room to open my fridge without a cacophony of "are you ok? are you alright? need any help? i'll phone a doctor"
I swear to god every fucking ten minutes she bursts into my room with a stool, or another cushion, or a blanket (wtf?) or some other fucking bollocks to "ease my suffering".
What do you say to someone who is REALLY trying to help, but just doesn't understand that I'm FINE, I just can't walk for a bit, and please go away as I'm typing about you on DiS and playing WoW?