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My car accident was almost a week ago now. But, the effects are becoming more and more intrusive. And my mood is starting to suffer.
It appears that the hospital missed a broken wrist. I’m still waiting for the specialist to call and set up an appointment after the x-ray I had on thursday afternoon. The pcp called Friday to inform me that there is a small fracture and they were referring me to this specialist.
Meanwhile, I’m in pain.
The bruises are turning some beautiful shades of green and yellow and in some places still a nice deep purple. I look like someone beat me across the shins over and over again.
And it hurts
My car is totaled. I loved my car. Still, better the car then me. But, yesterday I realized something very crucial. Something that made the depression really begin to rise.
I’m trapped. If I want to flee this house and get away from everyone, I can’t. I’m stuck here. Never mind that I shouldn’t drive anyway with a fractured wrist. But the absolute inability to flee should the need occur is freaking me out.
Running away is one of those things that I do every so often when I feel like I have so much (self) blame on me that I just have to run away to try to get out from underneath it all. Now, even if my wrist were better, I’m stuck. There will be no running away to be by myself. Last year I drove to the hospital and sat in the parking lot and cried and cried and cried. I figured 1) it was somewhere I could go and cry and no one would really question it and 2) I couldn’t decide whether I needed to go to the ER for help, but if I was parked there it would be easy.
I’m seriously behind in reading blogs. I may have to skip a day or two to catch up. I feel the subtle slide downward. All I want to do is sleep. I’m actually considering going back to bed now, even though I’ve been there for more then 12 hours already.
Safe now. Slowly sliding.
Normal is out there 
Private Leslie reporting to Fort Blanket for duty. We have cereal and milk and tea and coffee. Feel free to stay as long as you like. {Hugs}
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Ma’am, thank you Ma’am! Fort Blanket sounds divine.
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Its quite lovely here. No one can enter without the password that isn’t in the tribe.
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Excellent…I enjoy exclusivity.
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I’ve been in fort blankie for days now but mostly it’s this stomach flu that I can’t shake. Every time I think I’m over it, my stomach doubles me over in pain.
So join in project blanket fort and we can eat ourselves silly. Or ya know, use a glue stick and pieces of cereal to make art. IDK.
Feel better soon and hang in there.
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Thanks Morgue. Just keep you flu germs on your side of Fort Blankie. 😀
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Get well and feel better soon. I know you are a bit banged up but you have your health, so breath in deeply and let some of that tension be released!
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Sorry & hugs! Fort Blankie here I come & I’m not leaving! I’m so down the rabbit hole, I swear I see fossilized gomphos elkema (prehistoric rabbit 55 mil yrs old), seriously,,,
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Oh Diane that is really deep! ((((hugs))))
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Fort Blankie seems to have a full regiment. Reporting for bronchitis duty, Sergeant Major!
I would panic without a car, too. Being able to bolt when the agitation gets too much helps in so many ways. Hopefully, the insurance adjustor has seen your car, filled out a report, and you can get money for a replacement soon.
In the meantime, are you able to at least sit outside? Is your wrist at least wrapped? In a sling? You can immobilize it that way while you wait for the professionals to get off their asses. And take some Ibuprofin to push the pain back a little.
I remember my car accident (hit by a drunk driver, my face kissed the windshield). Places you never knew you had ache. And there’s psychological trauma with any accident. Feeling safe, even if a little trapped, can be a good thing.
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The nurse practitioner I saw on Thursday gave me a brace. I bought a sling on Saturday because the arm is hurting when I use it normally. I called the dr’s office this morning because I hadn’t received my referral yet and I am in PAIN. I was able to make the appt myself, but it’s still not till tomorrow.
Hopefully insurance adjusters will look at car today and issue a check. The car was 9 years old, so it won’t be a big check but I don’t need anything fancy. I just need to get around to dr appts and grocery store.
No outside time, the rain is raining and raining and raining. Fort Blankie is going to be occupied by me for the day. I’ll leave tomorrow for my orthopedic appt.
Do you have some antibiotics for you bronchitis? Rest rest rest! I hope you feel better soon
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How does a hospital miss a broken bone? How frustrating. I hate that trapped feeling. I’m also a run-awayer, and I live up on a hill in Southeastern Ohio. Up until my husband finally bought me a 4WD this spring, I couldn’t leave the house when it snowed. Even if I didn’t have that a reason to want to flee, the simple fact that I couldn’t would trigger it. I feel like I’m reading a suspense story, starting from November like I did. I hope you were able to find comfort.
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