...Thank you, Nate, you are correct that most typists are supportive. Rags has really been good to me, he saw what I was going through, and went out of his way to help. Other typists would chat with me, and comfort me. Just too many things happened at once, and I was alone in a different State...just divorced...no job...no friends...in a one room extended stay place. I was so physically weak that it was hard to walk. I would have to REALLY use a cane, and I devolved to where I needed to use a walker. I would fold it up, and grasp the the railing to carefully get down the stairs, and then I would unfold it, and stagger around the facility. I would have food delivered, and give the person a dollar, or two, to take my garbage down the stairs, and dump it. One young woman was very friendly, she would actually enter my unit, and look around for garbage to take out. I would put together a bag of newspapers, and such, so she would have something to carry out if I didn't have anything else.
Thor was also helpful and encouraged me to just stand up, get involved in some r/t events, and he gave me a High Honor.
...*Sighs* We all have limits. I was just pushed past mine. My plans for the future blew up in my face, I wanted to sail, get back into martial arts, do some volunteer work, and get back into the Church. I am thankful that my finances are fine, and my mother and I get along. She still teases me about silly things I did as a child, and I just nod. I was a precocious kid, and often didn't think ahead when I would do things. Once, I was riding my 10-speed in a field, and came home with blood all over my face and head. I had gone over the front, and landed on my head. I was dazed, and told my parents that I needed a shower.
...They hauled me to the hospital, and part of my head was shaved, and I got a bunch of stitches, and had to follow a concussion protical. My father would come into my bedroom at various times during the next three evenings, wake me up, and ask me simple questions. I would answer them as best I could. I was excused from PE for two weeks, I would just walk around the pavement, and watch the other girls playing soccer.
...But, I think that I recovered from the head injury, (I did become a Green Belt, and have a lot of initials after my name.)
although if I feel around the area, I will feel the raised area around the scar. I can't remember if my skull was cracked, or fractured...but that might explain why I behave as I do.
...We humans are pretty well designed.
