Zipperhead
Diamond Member
I've been asking for help for a long time now it seems. When they first told me that there were no appointments till next fall I nearly gave up and ran. Now that my appointment is only 8 days away I'm back to the same place. I asked for help, it's almost here, and all I want to do is run. It's almost like if I don't go to the first appointment then I don't really have to admit to myself that I have a problem.
I have not been having allot of luck dealling with the medical system since I got back off my last tour. I have had several run ins with personnality conflicts, incompetance and even just me not wanting to hear the truth. My problems actually started in KAF. I was still on the operating table when the JAG came in and handed me a phone. I really didn't want to call home at that point, but when a Major hands you a phone you phone. I told my wife that I had been in a little accident and was back in KAF. The nurse that was closing my right arm said "sure, sugar coat it. Don't tell her the truth or anything". Of course I didn't know what to say then. My wife had heard it and was going into hystarics, I just wanted to hang up, and so I did. Of course the Major made me promise I'd call her right back as soon as I was out of surgery, but I was so shaken by that that it took me 3 days to grow enough nuts to call her back. I guess the nurse probably ment well, wanted me to be honest and get it over with and all, but I have never been able to get over that feeling of betrayal.
So here I am once again going to throw my fate at the medical world. Since 2007 I have been recommended for Anger management 3 times by these "profesionals". I have been denied medical care by them 3 times (co-incidence?) I don't really trust them and they are the ones that are suppose to help me. I can't help but remember the 6 weeks I spent in sheer pain, unable to sleep for more than an hour at a time because they didn't want to give me narcotics. I can't help but remember when they told me to go down town and pay for my own medication to treat the shrapnel wounds to my arm (why should that come out of their budget?) Or the shrink that wanted me to put my feelings into categories of distorted thought, like my feelings were invalid or something. And now I am going back to let them kick me again.
There is always hope that this time will be differant. I'm going in to get help so that I will be able to deal with my anger. Surely they must realise that means I might be a little blunt and sarcastic at times. These people specialise in treating PTSD and other stress related conditions. They must realise that sometimes we are not thinking all that clearly. But above all I'm scared. I haven't been this scared in a long time. I don't remember being scared like this when people were trying to kill me. It's like I feel that I have one chance left, and if I blow this one I have no where else to go. That will be it, nothing left but the after action report. Is that what my life has come down to? Another statistic for the war diary?
I have not been having allot of luck dealling with the medical system since I got back off my last tour. I have had several run ins with personnality conflicts, incompetance and even just me not wanting to hear the truth. My problems actually started in KAF. I was still on the operating table when the JAG came in and handed me a phone. I really didn't want to call home at that point, but when a Major hands you a phone you phone. I told my wife that I had been in a little accident and was back in KAF. The nurse that was closing my right arm said "sure, sugar coat it. Don't tell her the truth or anything". Of course I didn't know what to say then. My wife had heard it and was going into hystarics, I just wanted to hang up, and so I did. Of course the Major made me promise I'd call her right back as soon as I was out of surgery, but I was so shaken by that that it took me 3 days to grow enough nuts to call her back. I guess the nurse probably ment well, wanted me to be honest and get it over with and all, but I have never been able to get over that feeling of betrayal.
So here I am once again going to throw my fate at the medical world. Since 2007 I have been recommended for Anger management 3 times by these "profesionals". I have been denied medical care by them 3 times (co-incidence?) I don't really trust them and they are the ones that are suppose to help me. I can't help but remember the 6 weeks I spent in sheer pain, unable to sleep for more than an hour at a time because they didn't want to give me narcotics. I can't help but remember when they told me to go down town and pay for my own medication to treat the shrapnel wounds to my arm (why should that come out of their budget?) Or the shrink that wanted me to put my feelings into categories of distorted thought, like my feelings were invalid or something. And now I am going back to let them kick me again.
There is always hope that this time will be differant. I'm going in to get help so that I will be able to deal with my anger. Surely they must realise that means I might be a little blunt and sarcastic at times. These people specialise in treating PTSD and other stress related conditions. They must realise that sometimes we are not thinking all that clearly. But above all I'm scared. I haven't been this scared in a long time. I don't remember being scared like this when people were trying to kill me. It's like I feel that I have one chance left, and if I blow this one I have no where else to go. That will be it, nothing left but the after action report. Is that what my life has come down to? Another statistic for the war diary?