Thoughts on my injury

 I am probably looking at a 3-6 month recovery on my arm, which I find horrifying.  Between us parts of my job were difficult last night.  My boss wasn't pleased when I showed up in an arm sling but I swore to her I would "work my butt off".  

I do know this, it's never going to get better if I keep taxing it.  My aunt is coming tomorrow, likely have other visitors next week, so I've got to pick up the house.  

And I have a couple of issues going; I am big at denial on things.  "It's not that bad" I tell myself.  It took me a good month to realize I had a serious injury.  I've had plenty of bruises in my life and thought that was it; it's not.  Second thing I am very proud and it's hard for me to ask for help, mainly because I got slapped down a lot when I did.  

I don't know if it's tariffs or what but I can no longer find my pain salve at work.  I ordered some other things today and I'll see if they help.  

When I tripped and landed on my hand during the Bible Handout a few years ago it was better in a month or so.  

But yesterday a bus driver told me they were all shown the video of my accident and they all (bus drivers) agreed it was completely the driver's fault and he should have been fired.  I could tell some of them were closing ranks so I'm glad they fixed that; it's my mission field and ministry will be difficult if my recipients see me as a bad guy.  

I talked to my aunt (I don't care if Metro reads this) yesterday.  She said a lawyer might be indicated.  I said I wasn't interested for a couple of reasons.  I also worry a lot about ministry and don't want to do anything to affect that negatively.  If I needed surgery I would probably get a lawyer but the doc said it just needs rest and time.  I don't expect Metro to pay me to sit home until it's better; I would have a horrible depression out of that anyway - I need to work.  And when Ron got hurt the hospital got 50%, the lawyer got 40%, and Ron got 10%, 2 thousand dollars, for a short and miserable life in a wheelchair.  That's not justice.  

I'll share probably my biggest hot button: when someone invalidates my pain.  Remember when that woman from Metro came by my work, tried to get me to do illegal markdowns, tried to get me fired when I said no, and then said "That never happened" when my coworker called Metro "jerks who really screwed Heather over" and related the story of my assault?  I was purple with rage.  

I don't often use bad language but I sure did.  

Now, this time, when I called MPD right after the accident they treated me the same as last year, go to hell, Heather, stop bothering us.  Until I told them to follow the bus then they took it seriously.  I would have only suggested that if his driving was a threat to others.  

The day after?  I called, they transferred me to the same department that takes compliments.  The lady had probably dealt with me before.  She was aghast.  Said "I am so sorry" in a very sincere voice, took my report.  Then I got a text a day later (I guess after they saw the video) saying they were sorry I had been hurt on the bus (not denying it, very important), could I please give them a physical address so they could mail me some forms?  

So I got 2 apologies.  When I saw the street supervisor a few days later he said he knew what had happened - again, not denying it.  That counts a lot for me.  I don't want anyone to come clean my litter box (although I could use the help LOL), but simply validating my experience does a lot.  I'm not vindictive after that.