Probably the last one for quite some time. I’ll probably give it another seven years, till I go back. Check on that pineal cyst. Make sure I haven’t had any strokes, and that my brain is still viable.
Headaches…. whatever. I don’t need a doctor to help me manage them, aside from the occasional medication that might come in handy. They’re not so awful that I can’t function. And frankly I’d rather deal with a headache than side-effects.
Or more doctors.
This whole “TBI thing” can be an unbelievable pain in the ass. Nobody — and I mean nobody — seems to get it. It’s just bizarre. TBI happens to so, so many people, yet everybody seems locked away in their own ideas about how things are… or should be.
Even my neuropsych is borderline clueless at times. At the start, they were really helpful and they help did get me down the road. It’s become increasingly difficult to deal with them, however, and actually as I get better, and things still aren’t completely resolving with me, it becomes all the more frustrating to deal with them. They seem to have made up their mind about me, at some point along the way, and now that’s just how and who I am to them.
Well, they’re going away for a month in August, so I’ll get a break from them, then.
I’m feeling like I need a break from everything. My spouse, my job… everything.
I’m sure it will pass, I’m just not in that great of a space today.
I’m sure it will change. It always does.