sus·cep·ti·ble
[suh-sep-tuh-buh l]
accessible or especially liable or subject to some influence, mood, agency, etc.: susceptible to colds; susceptible to flattery.
A visit to my Primary Doctors this week proved uneventful. It was mainly to see how I was coming along on my Physical Therapy treatments on my soft tissue injuries due to my car accident. Doc Yan stated that since I have Rheumatoid Arthritis, I am susceptible to any injuries lasting normal than what a healthy body would be. Meaning that my healing time would take much longer, well, DUH! These doctor and Physical Therapy visits including only being able to work 1 day since the accident, compiled on top of my dealing with insurance company has been leaving me in a depressed mood all week. Stress, anxiety and low energy has been giving me low grade headaches that I normally don't get. I'm off for one more week until Jan. 21st.
My daughter Christiana is at San Mateo General Hospital and has been there for a few weeks to help get her own medication for her mental illness up to speed which she has forgone because of her pregnancy. She has been calling me almost everyday to come and see her or bring her something. I thought to just take a time-out from her life and get mine in order. Seems that I never get a chance to deal with my life but I deal with everyone's first. Since all of my children have moved out of my home, I would think that would be the ideal time for myself, WRONG! No matter what age my children/young adults, they will always need something, guidance, wisdom, small talk, money, material things and most of all, love and support. I helped her social worker, Kelsey move all her belongings from the Sequoia Hotel in Redwood City to my home and house her items until she is well enough on her own. In the meantime, her boyfriend, who is the "baby daddy" is in his own world and one of whom I don't want to associate with because of his own addiction to Crystal Meth and a bad host of crap that I don't want to be a part of.
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