Hi Anyone,
I few weeks ago I posted with some extreme symptoms which popped up after getting badlyyyy triggered. Concentrating to spell, much less write was impossible. The racing heart, sick stomach, inability to form sentences, etc. I don't have to tell anyone here how awful, intrusive and debilitating a big fat trigger is.
My husband is laughing very hard at me this morning. It's cool. It's not often one can get a good laugh from a PTSD sufferer in the middle of experiencing a laundry list of symptoms. I'm trying very hard to get through writing this and hopefully will be succesful.I thought I'd post because it just never occured to me that one could go through this and it would be more than OK. I'm walking into walls, quite literally, dithering around in the most confused state imaginable because we got the call at 5 a.m. that my first grandchild arrived today. He's a big, fat, healthy, stunning scrap of humanity and I'm more than grateful.
It's still a big pain in the backside, yes. Of course I'd rather be cool, calm, together and functioning on all 4 cylinders today of all days. It seems any large stressor can run away with you, but have to say when that stressor is such a positive event you sure as h#ll don't care. I just went to the kitchen with the intent of feeding the dog and was caught automatically trying to hand the poor thing the cup of coffee I'd poured for my husband. I'll never live THAT down!
I have to go attempt to form sentences now. I have to wait for my husband to get home before going to see my little guy. It will be wise not to even try to drive today.Just thought I'd post from a day when a GOOD trigger makes you incredibly tolerant of the stupid PTSD symptoms. Now if I can manage to not drop the baby it will be a perfect day! :)
Take care, all and thanks for listening to the babble.
Anni
I few weeks ago I posted with some extreme symptoms which popped up after getting badlyyyy triggered. Concentrating to spell, much less write was impossible. The racing heart, sick stomach, inability to form sentences, etc. I don't have to tell anyone here how awful, intrusive and debilitating a big fat trigger is.
My husband is laughing very hard at me this morning. It's cool. It's not often one can get a good laugh from a PTSD sufferer in the middle of experiencing a laundry list of symptoms. I'm trying very hard to get through writing this and hopefully will be succesful.I thought I'd post because it just never occured to me that one could go through this and it would be more than OK. I'm walking into walls, quite literally, dithering around in the most confused state imaginable because we got the call at 5 a.m. that my first grandchild arrived today. He's a big, fat, healthy, stunning scrap of humanity and I'm more than grateful.
It's still a big pain in the backside, yes. Of course I'd rather be cool, calm, together and functioning on all 4 cylinders today of all days. It seems any large stressor can run away with you, but have to say when that stressor is such a positive event you sure as h#ll don't care. I just went to the kitchen with the intent of feeding the dog and was caught automatically trying to hand the poor thing the cup of coffee I'd poured for my husband. I'll never live THAT down!
I have to go attempt to form sentences now. I have to wait for my husband to get home before going to see my little guy. It will be wise not to even try to drive today.Just thought I'd post from a day when a GOOD trigger makes you incredibly tolerant of the stupid PTSD symptoms. Now if I can manage to not drop the baby it will be a perfect day! :)
Take care, all and thanks for listening to the babble.
Anni
