Be careful where you step in 10-Forward

I seem to be injury prone this month. I finally have a break from ongoing appointments to Doctors but now it seems there is an emergency everyday. On Monday I had a freak accident involving a sewing needle. I use the hand needles since I don't have a machine and had completely forgotten that one had dropped on the floor near my desk earlier that day. In the evening I turned and rose quickly out of my chair when I felt a pinch followed by a snap. I looked at my foot expecting to pull out that three inch monster only to find it wasn't there. That's when the tip fell to the floor and I realized it had gone into my fourth right toe and snapped off. It followed a diagonal line from the base of my toe pad straight through to just underneath the nail. Since it was then 2am I had no choice but to drive myself to the hospital with this silver barb under the skin trying to slip its way fully through. The ER doctors were extremely nice and took about 15 minutes after the prep to surgically remove the piece. It was just over two inches and the nurses were amazed. I only needed 2 stitches which will need to come out next week.

The tetanus shot hasn't really bothered me but the Kidney pain from my Venafer infusions has been worrisome. My sister Heather also gave me a cold which has raised my temperature to a bothersome level in the 100's. Tonight I gave my cat her annual bath and she had her first panic episode from it ever and went for my hands. She bite down on it hard on it enough to puncture the large vein for my thumb. My left hand was instantly bruised and running with blood. I truly don't blame her because this is the first time she has ever bit or scratched anyone. She'd also never growled before tonight. I was so shocked I took care of rinsing her before I tended to the blood. My left wrist is also sprained as of last week when I woke up with it in horrible pain. I assume that my sleeping on the floor and REM behavior disorder has something to do with this. My Fiancée can't handle the kicking and punching every night and I wanted to avoid giving him a cold. I could swear our living room couch shrunk because I can never get comfortable on it anymore.

I can't imagine what might happen next but my handicap license plate arrived the other day so I put it on myself. It's much easier than taking the Packard up and down. I did find some interesting news while at the hospital regarding my SSI case. Apparently they put on record that I have clinical depression though I've never been treated for it. My parents were both diagnosed that however in the late 1990's so I don't discount it as much as other cookie cutter labels. I do know that since the stroke-like episode in 2011 I have had genuine Panic Disorder & PTSD, which I admit talking to Ms. Hebert in my local area helped me understand it enough to deal with the condition as it happens. Still I would rather have a genuine diagnosis for my brain lesions and nuerological dysfunction than some happy pills any day. The next MRI is in December to which I assume there will be more lesions and hopefully a diagnosis. I am very much a John Proctor, my integrity means everything. In the words of Captain Kirk "You cant take my pain...I need my pain! My pain makes me who I am."