Content – Fear of dying. Suicide of brother. Domestic violence.
I was able to make it in to his office today for my session. In addition to having a bit of spring fever, I have a new Betta fish. She’s the final fish for the apartment. When I first moved in I said I wanted 3 and that’s what I now have. 😊
In session we talked about how there’s still a bit of shock associated with the foot. I have quite a bit of phantom pain which feels like the toes are still there. At that time I don’t do anything about it because for just a bit it feels like I’ve got two full feet again. I like the feeling so I don’t try to ease the phantom pain.
We talked about how the 10th of this month I entered the hospital, for the major nightmare, one year ago. August will be the one year anniversary of leaving the hospital, with May 7th being the one year anniversary of the amputation. I have no plans to recognize or observe these anniversaries. They’ll happen and I’ll go on.
We talked about feeling more comfortable that I’m not going to fall over and die from a blood clot at any minute. I don’t think about dying every single day like I did when I first got out of the hospital. That is a major change right there. I used to think, what’s the point of starting a project when I’m just going to die?
We talked about stress w the CNAs. One keeps showing up suicidal which is a serious trigger for me. I had to tell her today to stop telling me about her issues and treating me like I’m her therapist. She told her doctor that I’m part of her support system. I told her I’m a client not a therapist and that I’m in therapy myself. I gave her resources for domestic violence and resources for therapy. I didn’t think she’d take it but she did, and she acted on the resources. She’s set up with rea support, support I am not qualified to give. Also, I’m the patient. She comes to my house to help me. She can’t come crying for a full hour each morning, I talk her down and then we go on like everything is OK. It’s not. I’m triggered. It’s exhausting.
The other CNA had to go! I’m over it. I can’t seem to forgive her for laughing hysterically at how a person w no toes walks. She laughed at me and mocked my walk. She said I look funny and laughed at me! I got past her sexual comments and my appearance but this went deep! I don’t want to hobble next to someone who will laugh at me so cruely! So she’s fired and rightly so.
Here at home we work on walking several times a week. This spring we’ll get out of the park and walk. For now we do so in the excessively long hallway here at the apartment complex.