I took Thursday to relax and recuperate since going to the hospital is definitely emotionally draining. The smells, the blood...did I mention the smells? I seriously couldn't wait to get home and wash the smell of the hospital off of me. It's this combo of rubbing alcohol/sweat/hospital gowns that gets me. When I smell it, I swear I'm back in the moment even after 2 and a half years. I don't know if the PTSD symptoms ever go away completely.
|Duck face in the hospital realness|