I hate having PTSD, I truly do. Depression and anxiety are my daily companions, PTSD just lurks in the background until something triggers a recall and it comes out to take me by the hand. I had that recall last Tuesday.

Some of you will know that I was in a minor fender bender Tuesday as I was leaving work for the day. A truck tried to blow through the intersection as I was driving through it and before I consciously saw it I was standing on my brake pedal but I hit it anyway. The truck then took off, fleeing the scene, and I had to chase it down and call the police. They finally caught us up and we all pulled off to the side for the accident report.

When I got out of my car to survey the damage, I made the mistake of saying the word "fucking" when I said it was new and hadn't been there before the encounter with the truck. The officer became extremely agitated and exclaimed that I had to settle down or he wouldn't be able to help me out. The feeling that surfaced, the fear and the need to placate him so that he would stay on my side, came straight from the court martials 28 years ago this spring. I could dig out my newspaper clippings for the exact dates, but it was spring when the first court martial was done and the second was pending. We had to wait until after Christmas to get started because one of the witnesses had to be allowed to go home for the holidays, and it was all done by the end of May.

That fear, though, really set me back on my heels, metaphorically. He calmed down and finished the report, was kind to me when he gave me the report number and let us go, but I was shaking and I thought it was the shock from the accident but that doesn't make sense for how I've been since it happened. I can't make any decisions! Well, I can until someone starts questioning or offering me options and then I collapse like a wet paper bag. I was talking to insurance today and she gave me too many choices for getting my car fixed and I had to tell her that I couldn't decide today. Yesterday I called the VA about seeing a doctor for the pain in my leg and she kept asking me if I was sure I needed to see one, and I caved in and said it could wait until next week. It couldn't, and I went to a walk in clinic where they stayed on track and gave me prescriptions to treat a strained muscle. I've never taken methylprednisolone before, I'm curious to see how it affects me. 

My head is killing me from the stress, my blood pressure yesterday was 164/98, and I feel fragile. It's an awful place to be. I guess it's good to know that this can happen, I'm just not enjoying the experience. I'm falling apart tonight, the trigger for that was reading that Dorien Grey had died. You all need to quit dying, I can't take it anymore.

I made art today. It helped.

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Comment by JMac1949 Today on March 11, 2016 at 7:51pm

Hey Lady P, there are a bunch of Boomers here on Our Salon and we're getting on in years.  Some of us are gonna check out one way or another and there's not much that any of us can do about that.  I know that can't stop a PTSD trigger, I'm still trying to recover from Emmerling's demise, but it is what it is and life goes on.  I don't know who these guys are but with a no budget production, they seem to capture the spirit of Obladi Oblada:

Be better, be well.  ;-)

Comment by nerd cred on March 11, 2016 at 9:40pm

It seems JMac has found the perfect remedy for everything!

Do you not have a therapist? The psych dept at our VA is well staffed. I hope yours is helping you! AND your vacation - I hope that allows you most helpful rest & relaxation. Meanwhile, I'll continue to make every effort to not die.

Comment by JMac1949 Today on March 11, 2016 at 9:45pm

Gallows humor, sometimes it works and sometimes not so much.

Comment by koshersalaami on March 12, 2016 at 1:20am
Hey, we'll try.
Comment by Phyllis on March 12, 2016 at 3:36am
JMac, that's one of the songs that makes me feel better. These guys look like fun.

Nerd, I do have a counselor and I emailed her. She's willing to see me next week but I have to find out when the guy is coming to build my new porch, I want to be here. He'll start Monday, weather permitting.

And I appreciate everyone's willingness to stay alive.
Comment by Phyllis on March 12, 2016 at 3:37am
Apparently my art sucks since no one mentioned it. :-/
Comment by nerd cred on March 12, 2016 at 2:43pm

Your art is aDORable. I was just so excited about the vacation I forgot to mention it! (Now stop seeking out the negative, please.)

Comment by Phibby Venable on March 12, 2016 at 5:30pm

I love your art, grand colors, and I hope you feel better! <3

Comment by Phyllis on March 12, 2016 at 5:49pm

nerd, :) 

Phibby, thank you. I had a good day today with Dad and then came home and took my kitties outside for a couple of hours and played in the dirt. Got my microbes. :)

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