October 7 2016 Seven Dwarfs

Due to the flashback, and the fact that I have a mild panic attack every time I hear screeching tires, my primary doctor advised me to go talk to a psychologist about PTSD. Yesterday was my first meeting with him.

He was amazed at how stable and happy I was, even going as far as saying that if he had more clients like me, he'd be out of a job. That was encouraging. At least I'm on the right path. 

But he did open my eyes to a lot. It was a crash course in Psych 101. 

After yesterday, I'm looking back on the past two months and realizing how many emotions I've gone through...I've played the part of all seven dwarfs from Snow White. 

Happy and Sleepy play the major roles, glad to say. But we've had a significant stage presence from Dopey (medications), Grumpy (obvious reasons), Bashful (for all those sweet CNAs that saw me in the buff to help me shower, and helped me in the bathroom in other ways that I don't want to mention), Sneezy (ugh, Sneezy, the worst), and to a lesser extent, Doc (learning to clean my own wounds, wrap my sprained ankle, and tape my broken toe, as well as getting the hang of changing out the neck brace properly).

I have a brain scan today at 9am. An EEG. I woke up at 2am, and have to be awake until my appointment. Sleepy is in the spotlight today. Wish me luck.

On the bright side, these past 6 hours of waiting has allowed me to finally do this blog. 

Cheers!

Right before the EEG