Yesterday was my day one and I wanted to be as distracted as possible and use up as much energy as I could so I could sleep the rest of the day.
So I did some yard work, I pulled up some poison ivy that was on the fence and ground. I was trying to be helpful for my husband. He is extremely sensitive to that stuff and I’m convinced I’m immune.
Showered well after I was done.
Anyways spend the day between cleaning, crying, sleeping, crying etc.
In the middle of the night I woke up itchy all over my legs and arms. I was also short of breath like asthmatic a bit.
So I panicked, washed the dog, washed myself, washed the blankets. Of course I’m googling all my symptoms and it’s like you probably need to go to ER if you’re having an extreme allergic reaction. My husband’s away and I called my sister and she said probably go if your breathing doesn’t get better after a Benadryl and inhaler. Which it didn’t because I’m straight up having a panic attack.
So I’m like fuck it let’s go because I don’t want to go into anaphylactic on my own. The second I get to the ER and they ask me question and check my vitals -which were fine. I realized I was fine I was just having a panic attack, going through with drawl symptoms and what I’m now realizing is the “ants”.
The doctors were pretty confused as to why I was in such a state over being itchy. I have a mark from an IV drip I got two days ago after getting alcohol poisoning. And they were looking at me and wondering if I was on heroin. I cried and told them about the situation. They pretty much asked me if I wanted them to take me to rehab now.
They went to get some resources for AA and stuff and I waited for a half hour and then decided to leave. I didn’t want to just check myself in without talking to my man. Maybe I should have stayed and detoxed?
Anyways I’m going through the first two days alone unfortunately. Still thinking about going to rehab. My husband isn’t sure it’s the right move- logically and financially. And promised me he is going to take care of me and help me set up a therapist today and we are both going to an AA meeting tonight.
I wish I wasn’t in this alone - it’s not his fault he has a strict job and has to be gone over nights sometime.
I wish I went to detox or something. Then I wouldn’t be wondering wtf is wrong with me and trying to take care of myself while panicking at the same time while and googling every feeling I’m having.
He’ll be back tonight and we are going to have a serious talk about rehab. He’s concerned about who’s going to take care of the dog when he has to leave. I’m not worried about my jobs. I think it’s better to just go and take care of myself. Rather than come to work this week in such a bad state.
Maybe I’m through the thick of it though and tomorrow I can manage better. Regardless of rehab or not we need to make a plan asap.
AA, therapy, sponsor.