Doctor appointment tomorrow.
I think that Jason finally sent me over the edge of myself. Now, I am NOT sitting by and not speaking up for myself. My body is broken and I have to tell my doctor everything I know about what has been slowly happening to my body since...everything. On top of traumatic violence, I have been lifting people/dead weight 8 hours a day for 10 years of home care jobs. Lifting, pulling, holding up paralyzed people with my back injured like that since 1989. I mean, I literally cannot do that anymore. And those things (transfers, as they call them) are completely expected as part of the job if you do home care. You can't say no. It's expected.No big deal...only I have a spine that is 75% slipped and no discs to hold it together. That shit scares me everyday. Every night, my right leg goes completely numb for I don't know how long. It wakes me up. I'm starting to lose bladder function, a common symptom of later stage 2/3 spondylolisthesis. On top of that, there is the PTSD compounding that. I felt it was time, after this year, to fight for myself and try to get some actual time and treatment to heal my broken spine and body. I have gotten zero treatment for both conditions. Just some weed, my own exercise as encouraged by every doctor, heating pads. I'm afraid that if I don't fight for my health I'm going to lose what is left. When I was 30, I was told by a doctor that I had the spine of a 65 year old woman. 20 years later, what does it look like?












