Living alone - alone

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How do you do it? How you deal with injuries if you are alone.
Do you buy some buttler to assist you or something?

If I have an injury I go to a doctor or an ER. Either by car, taxi or ambulance.

My routine at home is:

I wake up.
I eat a bowl of cereal or whatever.
(Lunch and dinner is frozen microwave stuff.)
Then I either stay home and surf the internet or watch TV or I go for really long walks just wandering around.
Somewhere along the way I shave and take a shower.
Then I go to work as a nightwatchman in a shack where I surf the internet, watch TV shows and movies on Netfilx and walk around the property.
Then I go home to my little studio and go to sleep

Repeat.

I keep things on a very simplistic level. When I was younger I needed help from family from time to time, but eventually acclimated to being very independent.

I have to admit, that sounds great. I do all those things except I don't work (despite wanting to..) and I live with my mom and sister who drive me f*****g crazy.. I have trouble sleeping and end up staying up until like.. 5 am until I can hopefully sleep, if I can't I just stay up until I'm tired which sometimes doesn't happen till the end of the next day etc.

Realize that while many may condemn your life, there are people out there who would be envious. I'm one of them, this sounds pretty cool.

Nightwatchmen sounds interesting.

I agree. I have even looked into nightwatchman positions before, because it sounds like the type of job where you go undisturbed for the most part, and go home.

You should always have telephone numbers to neighbors, family and friends. You make sure your cellphone is always charged and nearby so you can use it if necessary.

I wish I had taken a night-shift job back in the day - I'm retired now.

When I'm not well, I've taken the habit of doing what my mother used to do for me. It sounds kind of stupid, but if Mom would have got me aspirins and water and put me to bed, I do that. When I had a sore throat, Mom would have me gargle with salt and warm water, so if that's the problem, I do that. And so on. It's not as much fun as being taken care of but we gotta look after ourselves.

At this point i'm so used to either my mother, or gf dealing with major issues such as emergency room visits for me or with me that sometimes i think about getting a home nurse.
If i break it off with my gf, i have concerns that if i need to go to ER or get sick that i will need someone to check up on me.
Another thing i could use right now is a really good case worker. I had one once, it's like one in a million. The majority of case workers don't care.
My medicare keeps messing up things and i need a case worker to help deal with it, my gf says she will and doesn't.
My mother does what she can from NY..

I want to be independant again and the only way i think it can happen is if i break it off with my gf who is the take charge type which i don't like as i like to be in charge of myself and how my house looks, everything for that matters. She throws away important paperwork from the mail agh

I live by myself and sometimes wonder about that, too. Say if I suddenly have a heart attack, what would happen? As mikassyna suggested, I actually do try to have my mobile near me all the time and charged so that I can at least call an ambulance myself. I remember when I was at uni, two fellow students died in that way, both from heart attack in their early 20's. One of them managed to call the ambulance, but it was too late. I'm pretty healthy physically and don't expect anything like that to happen, but who knows.

I wonder what night watch men do. If anything happens, do you have to face some danger? I'm sick of having to deal with horrible people at work. So if I can find a job that involves very little interaction with people, I would love to do that.

I once became suddenly immobilized due to acute lower back pain and had to call both an ambulance and the fire brigade to break the door for the paramedics. In the end I was lucky the firemen found a way to climb through the window so the house wouldn't remain open without the door while I was at the ER.

When the doctor approached my stretcher at the ER, I was so frightened, and he said: "Ma'am, people die with this." My sister had arrived and clueless aspie that I am, she had to explain to me that what the doctor meant was: "If you suffer from back pain, you continue suffering from it till the day you die from something else." In other words, he meant to say "No one dies from this, so calm down." LOL

Oh wow. That happens yeah. Lucky you got out of it. Back pain is ugly thing.

The kind of "work" I do is the next best thing to being at home all the time. As a matter of fact, this is my night off and I'm doing the same exact stuff I'd be doing at work. Except I have to do laundry tonight...

That's not "clueless Aspie", that's "Terrified patient who is in extreme pain".

True, plus the fact that it's a local well-known expression meant as a joke to calm someone in pain but because I hadn't spoken yet, the doctor didn't know that I was a new immigrant and didn't know the local expressions yet.

last august i was innocently riding my bike up in the hills surrounding my neighborhood, when a bunch of deer jumped out from a dense patch of trees on either side of the road, and i steered around a bunch of 'em until one broadsided me and i was thrown over the handlebars and landed in a bloody heap on the pavement. right arm ground down to the bone and bleeding profusely, left arm shattered at the ulna/elbow. i was in major pain. it was still daylight but nobody was outdoors to witness this. where i live if you knock on somebody's door chances are they will tell you to go away. so with my ground up arm i dragged my wrecked heap of a bike 3 miles back to my tin can, and about 10 cars passed me but none of them stopped to inquire if i needed help, and about half of 'em honked at me and yelled/hooted at me out the window like i was some kind of pervert or something. i barely made it back home [it was after dark by then, and i sat down in the kitchen in a puddle of my own blood, dimly aware that i needed medical treatment, so i reluctantly got up and got in the car and drove one-handed 12 miles to the ER where i collapsed, as i had lost much of my blood. i was operated on the next day and after a week was discharged. luckily i was able to leave a phone message at my sister's place and she picked me up and took me to her home, where i recuperated for the next 3 months. if it weren't for her, i doubt i'd be alive now. so the gist of my story is that sometimes there is no substitute for having another human help one out in one's hour of need, and also the importance of "paying it forward."