Daily Prompt: Connect the Dots
Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story.
Consider how it connects to your life.
Write about that.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us a CONNECTION.
I am going to state ahead of time that I will possible ruffle a few feathers with this article.
This is fine since comments are welcome of all opinions.
Despite being told by a psychiatrist not to watch the Military Channel someone with PTSD can be drawn to it like flys to honey.
The path to recover is a long and slow path with a lot of work for the individual and the family.
Patience is the key. Some days it feels as if alzheimer’s disease has kicked in or a bad case of “deja vous” as the day progresses the little triggers kick in.
Night time is worse in our home and the dream medication will work some nights and other nights it is as if it were never taken. Not only does the person relive the encounter, the spouse also spends the evening having the same experience. This makes for a very long night and very little restful sleep.
To put the day back into prospective the next morning is always very interesting. Bringing the subject back to the current day (which I have done throughout the night at times also) is sometimes easier after a cup of coffee.
My prayer is that they find a real cure for it rather than give a combination of pills that work as a “cocktail”.
I have found my spouse on the floor from these wonderful combinations as the sudden drop in blood pressure causes the body to drop where the subject is.
This is dangerous. After playing russian roulette with the various medications, being off from the majority of them has been the only answer.
Hense, the suffering continues. The good news is that only the family is the ones who are suffering since the subject really does not realize what is happening most of the time.
Going to a grocery store and trying to go down an isle does not seem like a big deal unless you are a person with PTSD. The problem is that the family sometimes forgets this and turns to find the subject missing. They are left standing in the isle talking to themself as they turn to find the subject has disappeared. Frustration has just set in for everyone. Both the subject who has had an episode and the family member who now has to stop and begin a quest to find the subject. What started out as a simple few object shopping list trip has now become a few hours.
There are other days that the trip goes very smoothly and rapidly as one would normally plan and life is awesome. The amazing part of PTSD is that there are no pre indicators. It is not like a migraine where you get the warning signs.
My answer to it all is simply…Tomorrow is truly another day.
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