Healing takes time. This is an unfortunate fact of life that I’m dealing with right now. I won’t complain, because I could be injured much worse than I am, and I still can’t discuss the details of that right now, but suffice it to say that I’m having a hard time. My wrist is feeling worse every day instead of better. I was told at the ER that this would happen. Almost a week has passed since the injury. Tomorrow will be one week. Tomorrow, the paperwork that everybody needs should also be available to view and a lot of questions should get answered, including my own regarding this injury! I would like to know what is really going on, trust me!
The thing that is getting me down the most is that I can’t climb. The stress is building and I can’t do the primary activity that calms it down in my life. That’s getting really tough. I took a walk around the neighborhood yesterday, though, and that was somewhat refreshing. I also went for coffee with Em yesterday. She picked me up and we went to a coffee shop to spend some time out and about. I just get so stir-crazy in my apartment! Strangely enough, though, I also feel that my apartment is the safest place for me to be right now… That’s the PTSD talking. I have to get out and get over that before it gets worse!