Storms Are Passing
Wednesday, October 2nd, 2019 05:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Thank you so much for your kind thoughts!
Bella’s eating dinner
as well as the eighteen pills daily they sent her home with. Luckily, she loves almond butter and needs to regain weight lost over 7 days not eating. Plop a pill in a gob of almond butter and she simply thwips it down. The immunosuppressive Cyclosporin is sufficiently toxic that we have to don gloves to stuff it down her throat, and the pills themselves are huge. For these we have to pry open her jaws, jam the pill on the very back of her tongue, then stroke her throat until she swallows.
No physical damage from the crash
I was too ashamed to check in with my primary doc after the crash, even though my pain levels have stayed elevated. MyGuy finally convinced me, and I saw my doc today. He confirmed that my pain was consonant with a terrifying incident. We agreed that I got away lucky.
In convo with my therapist, I realized
- while the driver and witnesses did shit to be helpful
- I was capable of taking care of my own needs and therefore
- Prevented further damage
- Reached out for support to helpful people, like you
All good things. The final realization is one I’ve packed away in my lock box for further examination next session: the driver was in many ways acting just like my father.
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Date: 2019-10-03 03:55 pm (UTC)