I have a PTSD Service Dog. The first time I went to see my new MD, they told me that the Dr. is affraid of dogs and that I would have to leave the dog with the office personell. I cried when they took her from me.
However, the second time I went to see the doctor, I was able to deal with it much better. I think I got a little more used to it. But then when Babygirl heard my voice and I didn't come get her right away (my dog) she cried! I guess she has a touch of it also!!!
Anyway, I do feel much better when we are together, which is 99% of the time. She sleeps on the couch nearby where I sleep in my bed on the exact other side of the wall where the couch is. So we are head to head, one on each side of the wall. We can hear eachother breathing through the open door next to our beds.
She goes everywhere with me, to church, to MacDonalds, to the grocery and other stores, to the Post Office, to the Library, to therapy and therapy group, to my psychiatrist, and on transit with me to anywhere, where I need to go. The only place that has refused her is the ambulence. So! I had them take my vitals, which were all fine, so I told them that I would rather die than be apart from my Service dog. Fortunately, they had another call about 5 minutes into our argument about this, so they had to leave. Otherwise, I am not sure what they would have done, like if they could have forced me to go by saying that I was acting crazy or something. I am glad they didn't anyway.
The next time I had chest pain, I did not call 911. It passed....
I do deal pretty well with the fact that my husband passed away though. I feel he was suffering so, that really he is much better off where he is. He had a heart attack, a stroke, and then another heart attack some 8 years later. That last one took away 90% of his heart function, so he was always cold and always in pain. That was no way to live! Then the drs. told me that he was getting ready to leave this world and they were unable to do anything about it. Furthermore, they informed me that he had a DO NOT RESUSSITATE ORDER which they could not violate. This last I did not know about, but I understood.
I do miss him, but other than some heavy tears when they first informed me, and then one tear from one eye when they informed me he was gone, I deal with it OK. I miss him, but I do understand his decision.