Acute stress disorder. I was diagnosed with this once, after what I suppose could be deemed a traumatic event. It’s like short-term PTSD. It resides in a different timeframe, so you can develop it anywhere from days to months after the event. PTSD takes longer.
There’s lots of symptoms for both, but I will focus on my own, the major one being vomiting. I throw up when I’m stressed, I already know this; it is a hazard of gastroparesis. Alas, it should not be landing me in the hospital.
Over the past two weeks, I have had a LOT of stressors. I think that the “smaller” stress compiled itself, and launched me into acute stress disorder again. It feels the same as last time. And of course, I’m sitting here wondering what traumatic event could possibly have brought this on and, oh yeah…my mother.
I am happy to report that her chest is now closed up, infections are gone, and she will finally be leaving the ICU after three months. I am less happy to report that I haven’t been sleeping, I’ve been puking every day, and am consumed with racing thoughts. I put a call in to my doc and counselor, so hopefully someone will get back to me today, because this is absolutely ridiculous.
I really wish I had more to write about right now. Truth is, I do, but my fingers are numb. I want to write about camp, which starts Sunday, but honestly, I’ve got work to do on that front that kind of takes precedence over a longer blog post. No, I don’t know when I will be updating next, as I will be working nonstop next week, but I will catch you when I catch you.
Can’t turn that into another stressor: CANNOT.
Ham 'N Eggs 