I've written so much and taken many notes for my fiction. I've been having a lot of fun. I even made a rough sketch of a map. I'm writing now, but I wanted to pause for a while and post.
The third-degree burn on my arm looks terrible, but it looks worse than it feels. I still refuse to post a picture of it - too graphic. Today, for the first time, I did more than just rinse the area. I washed it with antibacterial soap and then applied the burn cream after the area dried. Well, my wife did it. My blood pressure is still too high, but I only just started to take a full dose again. The blood pressure is why I fell into my space heater and got the burn. When I was on the mend it was 70/50, which is concerning. There's no telling what it was when I was "falling" (passing out, we think).
I actually fell into the heater and my daughter and wife had to roll me off of it. I'm a big guy, weighing in at 230 pounds. I'm more than they can handle. My daughter said they couldn't get me up. I'm told that I got up about an hour later and went to bed. I didn't and don't remember falling. On the (sort of) bright side, my sister-in-law - who is my next-door neighbor - told us to call them at any time, and everyone together will get me up. I don't know why it didn't occur to us. Fear and shock, I suppose.
As I mentioned, I lay on the floor for an hour or so. Then I got up and made it to the bed. I had no knowledge that I was burned or injured in any way. When I got up the next day, my left arm had huge blisters on it. I thought I remembered cooking something on the stove and spilling hot water on my arm. It was a false memory. I had to be told what happened. Weird.
The imaging clinic called me today and canceled the CT scan I was supposed to have. It has to be approved by my insurance first. I'm supposed to have the scan because I fell and hit the back of my head, and it affected my neck. My neck has been hurting all day. I think it's getting better day by day, but it's still painful. In fact, I need to go put some muscle rub on it as soon as I get done posting.
Next week we have a potentially life-changing appointment with a doctor in the greater Dallas area. I'm scared. I'm nervous. I know that God is in charge, and I need to accept that He is indeed in control. But I'm still shaken, almost to the point of being terrified. I don't like waiting for the unknown. Fear of the unknown is a reality. God help us.
