I’m off to see the Wizard and I’m wearing my ruby slippers (red shoes, really).
The hospital docs are going to poke, prod, pry, and prognosticate. That last one is my favorite part because then I get to argue with them.
The “interesting” part of chronic complex PTSD is that the longer you live with it, the more your various systems wear out, rattle, or make strange noises. Now that the “experts” are looking at it holistically instead of contemplating each body part as a separate system, the prognosis for an integrated treatment plan is quite good.
I brought along ten books, a Beethoven tape, and the latest copy of National Review to keep me entertained.
I’ll send occasional reports from the front via the Baron.
Y’all be good.
[That’s all, folks]