Last weekend my son who is 7 was diagnosed with diabetes (type 1 which is a hereditary autoimmune disease).
The stress is too much. I don't know how to handle it all. I have an appt. with my doctor Wed to make sure my heart's ok since I've been having pains and other symptoms. I'm sure it is I just want to get reassurance. After that I see my psychiatrist. But this isn't something I could take anti anxiety meds for since.... If I'm to relaxed or too tired or not paying attention to his blood sugar or make a mistake with his insulin dose. He could Die. My son could die.
I can't sleep till after midnight because I'm worried. I wake up at 2 to check his blood sugar per doctors orders but I have to make sure he looks ok at midnight before I can get that little sleep. Then most nights it's low and we (hubby wakes up to help if I can't) make him eat or drink something. Which is about a 45 minute struggle because he's crabby and tired being woken up and forced to eat or drink. I'd be crabby too. Sometimes he cries... just a little... a tear in each eye that doesn't fall. I'm so sad for him.
My primary ptsd is from abandonment. I lost many people when I was a child in foster care. And now I am being faced with this.
I can't be strong anymore and I'm starting to unravel.
I see my talking person (therapist) on Wed.
The stress is too much. I don't know how to handle it all. I have an appt. with my doctor Wed to make sure my heart's ok since I've been having pains and other symptoms. I'm sure it is I just want to get reassurance. After that I see my psychiatrist. But this isn't something I could take anti anxiety meds for since.... If I'm to relaxed or too tired or not paying attention to his blood sugar or make a mistake with his insulin dose. He could Die. My son could die.
I can't sleep till after midnight because I'm worried. I wake up at 2 to check his blood sugar per doctors orders but I have to make sure he looks ok at midnight before I can get that little sleep. Then most nights it's low and we (hubby wakes up to help if I can't) make him eat or drink something. Which is about a 45 minute struggle because he's crabby and tired being woken up and forced to eat or drink. I'd be crabby too. Sometimes he cries... just a little... a tear in each eye that doesn't fall. I'm so sad for him.
My primary ptsd is from abandonment. I lost many people when I was a child in foster care. And now I am being faced with this.
I can't be strong anymore and I'm starting to unravel.
I see my talking person (therapist) on Wed.
