Saturday, January 15, 2005

The first thing that comes to mind are intelligence tests

I found out today after my sister decided to call and check up on me that one of the first things she thought of was that she had wished she had given me an intelligence test previous to the accident and then after I my head decided to smack a beat on the dashboard of the car.

I kind of agree. Though she was adamant over Christmas that she couldn't give me one because it was against the rules. So then I started to worry that the smack might have an effect on my brain, but I presume it is too early to tell so far. Then she asked me if I was suffering from PTSD. I was all what do you mean, and she was like Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. I was like don't you mean disorder, and she was all, never correct a person studying psychology and it's now referred to as syndrome.

Gotta love the psychoanalysis.

My eye is pretty much opening which is a good sign, but now I'm worried that the multitude of scratches on my face will become permanent. I scar very, very easily. And as I was telling my friend, my face is a good feature.

At least I still have my fabulous teeth.

3 comments:

Caren said...

Teeth are important, because I swear if you came to work w/out your teeth tomorrow, talking like an old lady from the sticks, no matter how badly I felt for you due to the accident, I would not be able to stop from laughing at you.

Yes, I know I'm a beyotch. But that's why you love me. :)

Anonymous said...

PTSD is a matter of diagnosis, not analysis. Though, from reading your blog entries, it sounds like you could benefit from some psychoanalysis. You should check out the mental health care section in your health care package to see what kind of coverage you get...

Anonymous said...

PTSD is a matter of diagnosis, not analysis. Though, from reading your blog entries, it sounds like you could benefit from some psychoanalysis. You should check out the mental health care section in your health care package to see what kind of coverage you get...