I fell at home during the night, knocked myself out, and gashed my forehead.  I've been walking without a cane this year after having to use one for 8 years because of nerve damage in my legs from kidney damage I got taking Seroquel for PTSD.  I lost my balance using the restroom and woke up with blood all over my face next to the toilet on the bathroom floor.  It took about an hour to get the bleeding to stop and a change of bandages a couple of times during the rest of the night.

Now I'm going in to work where my youthful boss, my department chair, will see a bandage on my forehead.  Last time I had trouble working she sent a disability officer from human resources to my office to try to get me to quit work and go on disability.  I resented it at the time, feeling that I was being pushed out due to my age, but maybe she was right.  I've been resisting the idea of going on disability because I was ashamed when my grandfather faked disability to retire early.  But I have real health concerns in this last stretch until I'm vested in my state retirement pension 16 months from now, so I'm having trouble getting there even with your support.  I was hopeful this weekend but now starting the week I'm shaken up.

I have a routine appointment with my regular primary care doctor Wednesday, so I'll have a chance for him to look at my forehead's wound.  That's good, right?  Other than that, things aren't so great.  I'm worried now about living alone independently, whether here in the USA or where I hope to retire in Mexico.  I'm worried now about even making my trip there for a visit over Spring Break come March 8th.  I was doing so well, and now not as much.  Support welcome.