Last week we had our first stomach sickness in the family since Rory’s passing. A night of vomiting.
Luckily, it was me.
I can get a read on my pain. I can access if it feels like something more than food poisoning or stomach virus.
But even then…
I spent two days reliving.
Two days trying to calm my brain.
Two days pounding down anxiety.
When I awoke on the third day, feeling better, I thought it’d be an easier day.
I had two panic attacks before noon.
And I know my worries and concerns were not alone. I saw them in the eyes and heard it in the voice of Lance and the boys.
Is quite debilitating.