The day has been up. Diapers washed, dinner in the slow cooker, meals and necessary shopping trip planned, outside playing with the bigs while A naps before we head off to the store.
Big red truck drives by, moving too fast, driver obviously distracted. Trigger.
Flashback. Pain searing through my guts. Nausea. Dizzy. Feeling faint.
And like that my day is over. Back to bed. People don't seem to get what this means for everyday, what it takes for me to just get up out of bed every day.
I don't have a high functioning autopilot.