This is old, but I'm so sorry anon, I know what you are going through. I had to get a really invasive surgery a few yeras ago and the recovery was about two months long. I was in terrible pain for most of it even though I had painkillers.
Not a single friend who knew made time for me before it nor visited me during that time. Only a couple long of distance friends checked up on me every now and then, which I really appreciated.
I had a couple of friends who were supposed to hang with me before and after my surgery, but they all bailed for a shitty reason the day of. At that point I was well enough to hang with them almost like normal without making it seem like I was in pain, so idgi.
Mind you, when my friends so much as get a sniffle or have a bad day, I try to do something nice for them, or at least chat with them so they don't feel lonely, let alone how much I do for them otherwise.
I'm probably a huge doormat compared to you which was my issue, but basically it really sucks when your friends aren't really there for you or don't respect the time with you. Sure they can't drop everything and be there for you all the time, however a call or a text from time to time would have been nice, let alone getting their shit together to be able to spend the last day with you for a while as they originally said they would.
Before my surgery, I even told my friends outright that just because I'm recovering, doesn't mean I don't want to hear from them and it would make me happy. They all fucked off.
I really wanted to kill myself during quite a few days during recovery out of pain and loneliness, because my body didn't work right anymore and everyone forgot about me. Now I don't really bother with those people because it became clear they only thought of me when they had something to gain. The entire time during my recovery, they would be in my area fucking around or posting on their twitters about how much white men suck, how they won't apologize for being (insert minority here), and "muh depression." (Which is just a bit fat pity party for most of them and they are spoiled and pampered brats, although I tried to console them about it for years prior anyway.)
Sorry for the rant, but I hope your recovery is going well and you have at least a few people who are there for you and reaching out. I never thought a prPost too long. Click here to view the full text.