(he won't get a flu shot because "it hurts").
I think unfortunately you need to be brutally honest with those closest to you. Tell them as nicely as possible what helps and what doesn't and how they can support you. If my husband says something clueless, I try to tell him without starting an argument. (This is a technique I have yet to perfect!) More importantly, though, when someone says something helpful, I try to praise somewhat lavishly to reinforce the behaviour. Something like "You know, I just was feeling awful at the start of this conversation, and you've really cheered me up. Thank you!" This of course is not possible if they never get it right, but like I said, I really have no experience with that situation.
I also wish there was another and a more accurate word for the "fatigue" of renal failure. It's simply impossible to convey the reality via that overused word.
They may be trying to comfort you in ways that they themselves would find comforting. My husband, for instance, likes to hear me say, "Everything will be fine" when he has a problem. I despise that.
LOL cariad...while I lived in the UK, I hated being defined as a "yankee" because I am from Texas, and people from Texas are most assuredly NOT yankees. However, hearing Americans called "septics" did make me laugh! (Americans=yanks=rhymes with "tanks"="septics" as in "septic tanks". I thought that was brilliant!).I'll make sure never to use the word "wean" in your presence! It really can be difficult to become bilingual...to learn how someone else speaks and what they really mean and what they are really looking for. And sometimes it is hard to know exactly what kind of support you need. I often will tell my husband that if I knew what he could say to make me feel better, I'd tell him. I am guilty of the ultimate sin of not being forthcoming about what I want. In all of these past 6 years of going to the neph's and hearing my lab results and watching my renal function gradually decline, I have always done it alone. Not once have I asked my husband to go with me and hold my hand or to just be there. And not once has he offered, which hurt me. I don't really need him to go with me, but I would have liked for him to have offered. He KNOWS how terrorized I feel by these appointments. Recipe for disaster, all my fault for not being honest about what I would have liked for him to do. I KNOW he does not have a crystal ball and cannot see inside of my little brain, but still....well, "if you don't know, I shouldn't have to tell you" sort of absurdity. But we somehow muddle through.
I used to be a very compassionate person and would be quite sympathetic to people who were ill or who had some kind of personal problem but now I find myself becoming cold and uncaring. When someone recently complained to me that they were feeling a bit under the weather and they thought they had a cold coming, I practically snarled at them and said they had no idea what being ill truly feels like. A few days ago I met with my best friend and she was complaining about her boyfriend of 3 years still being possessive. We nearly got into a huge fight because I just could not find it in me to give her any sympathy. All I could say was "it's been 3 years, he's never going to change, make your peace with it and either get over it or leave him. Stop complaining to me about it because in the grand scheme of things, you're not dying".