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Sunday, May 30, 2010

Another Sanguine Saturday Post On Sunday

I do apologise - I'm a long way behind on everyone's blogs. I'll do my best to catch up over the next week.

It's not that I've not cared: I had my regular appointment last Friday at the hospital with the outpatient burns clinic and they wanted to do another graft. This time I've not been so honest with my family -- after their response last time, I felt it was better for my mental health if I told a few little fibs, so I organised to stay over with a friend the night before, and told my family that's where I was spending my week.

So, of course, I have spent my week without the internet, stuck in the hospital! Not a lot of opportunities for my skill uses, but let's see what we can get.

Success Stories:
I Faced Fear by going to my appointment with Erica, my support worker (it was only the second time I'd met her, so you can imagine I was a little anxious).

I Faced Fear while doing PLEASE Master in actually *going* to the hospital to get the new graft done.

I used my DEAR MAN skills when I went to McDonalds tonight, to get sauce, then extra sauce, then to get a cup tray.

Gratitudes List/Things that make me happy:
TWO unexpected packages! One that was sent directly to me in hospital; the other was waiting on my chair when I got home.
My wonderful friends.
Lovely nurses.
Good movies.
Star Trek.
Being creative and crafty.

Cheer-leading statements:
I'm doing the best I can with what I have.
Every day is a new day.
Whatever happens, happens. I'll cope with it.

Take care of yourselves until next time, and may we all find our own small fences along the way.


  1. oh... what was your family's response last time? some how i missed that.
    also... wow... so, during your recovery at home, no one knows what's going on?

  2. Yup, that's the size of it.

    My mother's response was to reef the sleeve of my shirt up to look at the graft as soon as it was uncovered, then spend 20 minutes telling me things like, "that's disgusting", and how disgusting it is that I do this to myself, and generally used the word disgusting a lot. When my brother got home, she reefed my shirt sleeve up again to show him, gave me another 20 minute "disgusting" diatribe, and he added his share. He asked if I'd learnt my lesson and her comment to that was "well, she's got another one so obviously not", at which point he expressed more disgust and called me an idiot. In another conversation, slightly related, on the same night, my mother suggested she start beating me since "it seemed to work for James".

    It's eased up a bit and the comments are now only occasional barbs.

  3. (I should clarify by "another one" I meant another burn, which I hadn't actually told her was new, just that I had one that had a dressing still; she just assumed it was fresh. Which, admittedly, it was -- but it was equally possible for it not to have been.)