Just when I think things are settling down and I'm doing really well, someone sticks a spanner in my mental spokes.
This morning was two letters: one from my mother suggesting I could get home physio from the private practice in town if I wanted it. This despite the fact that she knows I saw an NHS physio last week, who said I'm doing really well and that there are no extra exercises I can do until I can put weight on the leg.
The other was from mother in law worrying about me being on my own, and suggesting that my best friend could go shopping for me and maybe come and stay with me for a couple of weeks.
I know they are well meaning but it makes me feel like a) people don't listen to what I say, b) they listen to me but then think they know better, c) they know more about my body than I do and d) I'm an invalid with no common sense, intelligence or initiative.
I get really angry about it, and then upset. Maybe that reaction is a symptom of that PTSD.....??