Why???

Argh. I've been having some serious flare-ups in the last couple of weeks. I dropped a piece of firewood because my thumb gave out on me and got like 30 tiny splinters all over my hand... I'm in pain whenever I climb a flight of stairs because of my knee... my wrist is killing me because of the caulking we have been doing on the house (now, why did that not happen when I was doing siding hauling planks of layered cement around a roof and nailing them in with a 5 lb. air gun?) my wrist even woke me up a couple of times last night... I'm completely unmotivated when it comes to working on the house and so my parents are really getting on my case and it's totally against my personality! I should be excited and a workaholic with a job like this! Where is my motivation? My spirit? My drive to work and serve?
I'm really concerned that this will spill over into school coming up in a week and a half. That scared me so much (along with the pain in my wrist) that I bawled while cleaning the baseboards in the master bedroom while my mom was right on the other side of the door frame and she still doesn't know. She really got on my case this morning saying that "you're a healthy young girl. Why do your wrists hurt so much when I feel only a little sore...I'm an old woman..." blah, blah, blah. I put off bawling until I got in my room because I'M NOT A HEALTHY YOUNG WOMAN RIGHT NOW!!!! WHY IS THAT?
Why do I have to have arthritis already that sometimes I can't lift a half-gallon of milk? Why do I have to be so tired that my energy level overrides my personality and my real desires to work and succeed? Why do I have to be prone to degenerative joint diseases like arthritis? Why do I have to bruise so easily? Why are my joints so loose that I can hardly wash a window without becoming exhausted because my muscles have to work overtime to keep my shoulder in socket and wash the window at the same time?
I went to my mom this morning after my bawling... (I was hoping I wouldn't get all emotional on her because she always takes it as "Elizabeth being emotional and unreasonable" Why does she have to be so hard? I know I have a lot of the same personality but I can't understand why she has to be such a brick wall... Not everyone has the emotional control she has! Personally, I think my personality is more balanced than hers is anyway! Let's not go there...) ...and I told her that either she would write out a check that morning to send my test to Dr. Lloyd or I would. And she's like "why the ultimatum?" And I'm like "Duh! Because the test has been filled out and sitting on the table for the last several weeks! When is that going to be sent out? I need to know what's wrong. By now, the test results won't come back before school starts anyway.
She then got on my case about dragging my feet to take the pills she and dad thought I should take. First, I'm terrible at remembering something like that. Second, they're guessing using their experiences with aches and pains. I could consume what they suggest, wait 30 days to try and figure out whether they work or not, or I can get a test done in a couple of weeks and know exactly what I'm supposed to be taking. Real hard, isn't it???
Argh!!
I thank God every day that I don't wake up feeling sick which has been for every day this last week except for yesterday morning. So that's improving... but all this other stuff is just dragging me down physically, mentally, and emotionally. I won't even have the week before school starts to wind down because my mom's going to come pick me up when she can so I can go and work on the house some more. Why don't I care? I should be so excited about this. This is the best business opportunity since their internet mall (with which, they had a guy planning to invest 5 million but a guy who worked with my parents tried to cut a side deal and subsequently blew up our deal. That was after investing over 35 thousand of our own money out of pocket. That's bankruptcy #2).
I really should stop ranting. I feel like I want to go on but I know I'll just be repeating myself. Please take some time right now and pray for me. I know you won't remember to pray later. I'm just feeling so hopeless.