If I want your advice, I'll ask for it.I seem to have left out something very important. Last Thursday I fell off the second rung of a stepstool flat on my back, hit my head and one buttock. I've been generally confused and scattered since then, so much that I didn't even see my good doctor, who's a DO, until yesterday. I was afraid I'd cracked something in my back, because the pain has been fierce, but X-rays didn't show anything new.
This doctor is good with physical exam, too, and felt that the pain is from my neck seizing up to protect the head, which he says is natural when you fall. That radiates down my back, which already has various problems. So I have been told to take it very easy. Heat, painkillers. Call him if I want to be put to sleep. I wish.
On Saturday someone I called for consolation made me angry by coming up with a stream of advice, quite outdid herself. There are some people you just vow to keep in your life, no matter what. So on Sunday I got over that, but then another woman made me mad all over again by calling me just as if our e-mail exchange earlier that week had simply not penetrated at all. I won't go into that (but did have to express my feelings in a previous post). And I had to restrain myself from calling her back. Too angry to dare speak. Sometimes that's the best you can do.
The important thing is that my doctor diagnosed a concussion. So. That explained how difficult many things have been. And my inability to put up with people I usually try to understand and allow for their MAJOR huge compassion deficiencies. There. That felt better. And all this on top of my usual bipolar crap. Just when I had gotten over that statin thing and felt like I was having a life. I think some compassion is in order, and since I'm not getting it anywhere else, I'm working on giving it to myself. I know that some of you know how much we need to do that.
With a bow,
Jeanne
