My sisters were a huge help to me while I was in the hospital (and after my release) and would never really mean they'd hate me forever, but one way I coped with the pain was seeing the humor inherent in my situation:
On Sunday Sis One says "You aren't trying in here. The nurses and staff tell me you're cheerful and friendly and smiling and one of their favorite patients. Quit faking and show them the real you or I'll hate you forever!"
On Monday Sis Two says "You're going to quit using bad language to the staff and cooperate with the program and be nice or I'm going to hate you forever!"
Already having to edit this post--no, my sisters didn't really say they'd hate me forever. And to their credit they immediately backed off the advice-giving the minute it was pointed out to them that maybe they could play a better role by just being supportive--which they did. Nevertheless, I thought it was funny that they told me these two opposite things and I needed all the laughs I could get.
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