Husband came home promptly yesterday and saw me through the minutes until I could take a super (but safe) dose of Seroquel. Once asleep, I could find some rest and peace to give me the relief I so desperately needed. Husband had to pick up some friends from the airport very late last night, after I was sound asleep. When he got home, he whispered that one of the friends (a gentle man from Brazil who is my scientific brother because we were grad students together under the same advisor) insisted on seeing me before he returned home. Sneaky guy, my husband. He knows I will rally to see this friend.
This morning, Husband called and told me to get dressed and shower because he was coming to get me and bring me to see my Brazilian brother. I wasn't given a choice, it was a strict instruction. I had no intention of doing anything at all today. I was going to resume the fetal position and watch the movie A Bug's Life. Apparently, that's not in the schedule Husband has prepared for me.
As a reassurance to all of my beloved friends out there, here is what I promise you when I'm in the danger zone...
- Husband knows my password for email and this blog, so in the event that something bad happens and I can't post, comment, or email, he will post something to update you all on my, uh, condition.
- I will go back and read all of the comments from yesterday's post to remind myself of who is giving me virtual hugs.
- I will always call Husband and Therapist and Psychiatrist to fill them in on my status. Always.
- I will not kill my husband just for looking at me. :p