Last week was my third session with my therapist. My therapist and I talked about my diagnosis. My therapist diagnosed me with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). I had the diagnosis when I was a teenager. My therapist thinks I have PTSD due to losing my mother at a young age and being bullied. Under Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, we have a sub diagnosis of anxiety and depression. Lastly, we are going to get a correct diagnosis of Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder (PMDD) and work on my self-esteem.
The treatment plan will consist of using a scale of 1-10 to see how I feel on all these issues. Then from there I will have therapy biweekly for six months.
One concern I had during my session was getting my blood test. The last time I had my blood drawn was when I was in college. The test was not pleasant, and I felt weak after the test. After the test, the next day, I got a call requesting that I get another sample taken because a tech had spilled my blood while testing it. I was lucky, I did not have to get it redone. However, the results were worrisome. My triglycerides needed to be lowered.
For this blood test, my Grandpa was incredibly supportive. He cooked me my favorite dinner. He cooked me pork roast, baked potato with butter and sour cream, and butter beans. For dessert we both had hot chocolate fudge cheesecake. I felt full. I drank a lot of water during the day to help me stay hydrated during the night. I did not feel like binging like I did during the last test.
During the early morning, one of my best friends called to wake me up. We bowed our heads and prayed for a smooth test. When we finished, I felt ready for the test.
This blood test went well. The nurse was kind. She explained each step, and when it was time for the poke, which felt like a bee sting, I looked away. The test was over quickly.
I felt peace during the test. One of my Bible verses came to my mind. From John 16:33,
“…I have told you these things so that in me you may have peace. You will have suffering in this world. Be courageous! I have conquered the world.”
Since I had to fast my grandpa took me to Waffle House afterwards. I had a waffle with gravy on it, sausage, and hash browns with coffee to drink. I felt so full once I finished my meal.
I feel better now that my test is done. Now comes the hard part…waiting on the results.
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I’m so glad the test is behind you, now hoping and praying for good results. Sounds like you have an awesome grandpa too! I’ll be anxiously waiting for your results.
Thank you, Martha.
I hope everything goes well.
I’m not a fan of needles either