I had surgery this morning, as a lot of people here know. I'm in post-op, and they allowed me to fire up my laptop even though I'm hooked up to a gillion machines, some very intimately. A nurse I'll call "Jenna" to protect here anonymity came in to take my blood pressure just now. She saw our site that I was typing a reply on, and told me she had PTSD, too. She'd just had to change her schedule this very morning to make time for a session she had with her PTSD therapist.
She said she had a good one, but he retired. This one, she said, isn't looking to be as good. It sucks when you have to change therapists in mid-stream.
But she got some support from us, y'all. Isn't that something? What we do here on DS PTSD is more powerful sometimes than we realize, or at least that goes for me. And, you never know when you might be talking to another one of us survivors. Kind of a good coincidence that she happened to run into me when I was typing a post here on DS PTSD the day she'd gone to her PTSD therapist. Pretty amazing that my surgery here today would turn into my being able to be there to listen to one of us PTSD survivors, huh? Ya just never know, do ya?
As for how I'm doing after surgery, they make you get up and walk right away to avoid possible deadly blood clots. I was warned it could be torture, but that by the end of the day my surgeon wanted to see recorded that I'd done 6 laps around my unit's floor.
Guess what? It didn't hurt that bad, so I burned rubber and did my 6 laps around my unit's floor the very first time I took a walk after surgery today. Yay!
Send thoughts and prayers to nurse "Jenna," won't you? And thanks, y'all for your support that's getting me through this surgery so well so far!!!
hey all I got my arm twisted just now by Dixie the Wonder Cat.... so I am off to ice and rest and elevate... Dixie got up an dcouldn't get down safely and she just had to land on my broken armAnyway, did you know the root of "much" is shared by Greek's "megas"? Yep. Same root. IN Germanic languages, it went to a "mich/mick" sound, and became Much (or, in dialect, mickle, meaning "it's...
As I have pondered the results of my recent "Testing" post, the term, "Gaslighting" has been floating through the ponderations like a street sign. When I finally started taking my amnesia therapy seriously in the mid to late 80's, the term was used extensively to help me explore what was going on with my memory dysfunctions and resulting psychoses (pl). I was self-gaslighting like a toxic mother...