PTSD, Integrative Medicine, Aggravation, and Me
I got a speeding ticket today. I was the only car on the road, in either direction. As soon as the cones started I slowed down to the speed limit. Apparently, that wasn't enough for the nicest Sheriff ever, who didn't cite me for criminal fastness nor for going so quickly through a construction zone. That was kind and I'm not taking anything away from the gesture, but there was no danger to anyone because there was no one else around, the speed which inspired the ticket was the posted limit, there was nary a construction worker on the scene, and I was finally going home after eight hours away. I'm too aggravated to think through more than a paragraph at a time. My brain refuses to let go of the angst. TBG tried to talk me down, reminding me that it's over, I can't make it not have happened , which is what I asked for when he offered anything at all , trying to put a smile on my face. He's right of course, but the aggravation has taken hold and is in ...