In my distraught state from that ugly Bobcat loss, I nearly took my night time medication doses x2. I don't know how I had the PM case loaded with a double dose, but in the last second I looked and realized I had way too many pills.
So busy singing away, & then I had a minor panic attack because my mic was sitting next to my face...I'm always forgetting to mute, & I was in a discord voice chat with 10 people. THANKFULLY I was muted. But you know that feeling in the split second before you realize it's muted
I'm NEVER watching my medical provider clean out and pack and re-wrap my wound AGAIN. I can't quit picturing it. Every bit of pain makes me think of it and see it all again. It's hard to explain, but it gives me the creeps.
(TW, gore?)
(TW cont)
He placed a piece of foam like material into a cavernous wound. It's all I feel when I feel pain now. It's probably all in my head, but I can't quit picturing it.
I know I've made some stupid choices. I'm paying for them. But when people make me feel like I'm so incompetent that I can't do anything, it really sucks. I already feel bad for making a bad choice... rubbing salt in the wound isn't helping
I'm going to be less of a chaos demon when I'm in Vegas this time. No accidents! Nothing that will send me to the walk-in. (*pic is b&w because of bl00d on injury)
Being sent back to wound center to deal with it. Pic doesn't look bad, but hematoma and cuts are worse than looks
I'm the world's biggest accident prone person. I can't go anywhere alone, I guess. I am lucky I didn't open up the previous wound on the same leg I just hurt. I freaked out half of the hotel staff when I came in bleeding. That was super embarrassing.
I'm not made for heat. I'm made for cuddling and keeping my man (*if there is ever another one of those) warm in the winter.
Vegas is kicking my ass already
This is going to be torture. I'm getting my hair done today, and I've got a pain in my left side. It's not a short appt, either.
Oh well, beauty is pain, right?