UGGGG!!!! What a week. Every day this week I've felt worse and my anxiety higher. Muscles hurt, tired, extremely jumpy...you name it, I think I've had it this week. The worst has been the muscle pain in my upper chest and, for some reason, indigestion out the wazoo. Doesn't make for a happy combination.
Last night my husband handed me the phone and the card with my therapist's pager number on it and said, 'Call him...that's what he's there for'. Man, I still hate asking for help. So I paged him, he called back and we talked for a while. All of this started on Monday-my hubby went back to work on Monday. And yes, I'm worried about him getting hurt again. It's so nice when others can see what you can't when it's right under your nose. *grr* Add that to all of the 'stuff' I've been dealing with, and holiday stress...seems I've been having myself some good, old fashioned panic attacks. Lovely. Since I'm on a very low dose of meds, he said to go ahead and up the dose for the next few days until Christmas is past and I can drop that stressor out of my life. I was surprised when he said a lot of his patients up their doses of meds around the holidays just to help get through them.
I keep telling myself that I'm going to get better and I'm not going to let it beat me...but this PTSD bitch puts up one hell of a fight and it seems like every freakin' step is a battle. Too bad we can't send the PTSD on a cruise or something for the holidays. LOL