Taylor30313
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I was diagnosed with PTSD 3 years ago, after graduating High School. I was sexual abused as a toddler and I've come a long way in just 3 years! Recently, after the death of my dad I started living with my mom. Everything has been pretty smooth. Until recently my mom had surgery done on her neck. She had been home for a couple weeks and she has to wear a neck brace for awhile.
Well, one morning it was my day off and I slept in. I woke up and noticed my mom wasn't up and I left her alone because she had been having trouble sleeping in her brace so I thought I'd let her catch sleep when she could. I went by her room and I could hear her alarm going off. I stood there for a moment and she wasn't turning it off, so I opened her door. The first thing I noticed was she had something white in the sides of her mouth. It stopped me in my tracks. Then I started shouting Mom wake up, Mom wake up! But she wouldn't. I went closer and I felt her arm, she was cold. Her fingers and mouth were blue. And she was taking exaggerated breaths like every 10 seconds. I called 911 and it seemed like forever before they arrived.
Well you see, she was prescribed narcotic pain patches. And I knew she had been having difficulty getting them to stick. It all clicked for me the night before she had two really old beaten down patches. She taped them on that night. I watched her. I saw the patches They were really old... They said at the hospital that it was a close call. Ever since that day, I've been really worried. Nightmares, obsessively checking on her at night. The works. I lost my dad exactly a year ago. And when I was starring at this pale, blue person my whole life flashed before me. Nobody will ever love me like she does. It really scared me. I was almost an orphan at the age of 21. I would've died that day too. With a huge non-fillable hole. I'm not sure where I go from here.
Well, one morning it was my day off and I slept in. I woke up and noticed my mom wasn't up and I left her alone because she had been having trouble sleeping in her brace so I thought I'd let her catch sleep when she could. I went by her room and I could hear her alarm going off. I stood there for a moment and she wasn't turning it off, so I opened her door. The first thing I noticed was she had something white in the sides of her mouth. It stopped me in my tracks. Then I started shouting Mom wake up, Mom wake up! But she wouldn't. I went closer and I felt her arm, she was cold. Her fingers and mouth were blue. And she was taking exaggerated breaths like every 10 seconds. I called 911 and it seemed like forever before they arrived.
Well you see, she was prescribed narcotic pain patches. And I knew she had been having difficulty getting them to stick. It all clicked for me the night before she had two really old beaten down patches. She taped them on that night. I watched her. I saw the patches They were really old... They said at the hospital that it was a close call. Ever since that day, I've been really worried. Nightmares, obsessively checking on her at night. The works. I lost my dad exactly a year ago. And when I was starring at this pale, blue person my whole life flashed before me. Nobody will ever love me like she does. It really scared me. I was almost an orphan at the age of 21. I would've died that day too. With a huge non-fillable hole. I'm not sure where I go from here.
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