My dressings were changed again today at the Burns Outpatient clinic. Everything is healing well apparently which is fantastic but it means the time for me to look and touch creeps ever closer. I have another visit on Wednesday to talk further about this next stage including looking at photographs if I choose.
I also had time to speak with the psychologist which helped and I am using some of the skills learnt from the therapy received during my darkest days of depression which I continue to use.
Flashbacks are becoming more recurrent which is normal in the first month after such a trauma but beyond that they should be less. In recent days I am experiencing smell memory which is proving more difficult to deflect than images. I know I need to accept, not live in the past and focus on the here and now.
Not being able to drive I took public transport to the hospital. The reason for being so insistent on taking public transport as opposed to replying on cabs is that I do not want to get into the position of being too scared to venture outside again. As well as my need for independence and not doing what people tell me to do! The bus journey took 10 minutes and walking to the bus stop meant breathing in wonderful fresh air.
My return from hospital was greeted by a beautiful bouquet of flowers from my brother.
I also had time to speak with the psychologist which helped and I am using some of the skills learnt from the therapy received during my darkest days of depression which I continue to use.
Flashbacks are becoming more recurrent which is normal in the first month after such a trauma but beyond that they should be less. In recent days I am experiencing smell memory which is proving more difficult to deflect than images. I know I need to accept, not live in the past and focus on the here and now.
Not being able to drive I took public transport to the hospital. The reason for being so insistent on taking public transport as opposed to replying on cabs is that I do not want to get into the position of being too scared to venture outside again. As well as my need for independence and not doing what people tell me to do! The bus journey took 10 minutes and walking to the bus stop meant breathing in wonderful fresh air.
My return from hospital was greeted by a beautiful bouquet of flowers from my brother.
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