I know I’ve mentioned that I’ve self-diagnosed with ptsd, and while I had been doing better, I had a small episode today.
DH has not been feeling well lately. He came home early last night and stayed home from work today. Around 1:30 or 2, I go in to check on him and touch his leg to gently wake him up.
There was no movement from him. None. And he’s a light sleeper.
I touched him again and noticed his leg was cold. I couldn’t hear him breathing.
And I lost it. I panicked and shook him pretty hard and he finally gasped and confirmed that he was alive.
I sobbed “Don’t do that to me again!” and started bawling.
I’m sure that’s just the way he wanted to wake up.
I think the reaction was triggered by a combination of bad news, hormones, and worry about DH.