In case I haven't mentioned it before, this illness sucks. It takes a perfectly good day and shoots it right down the freaking crapper. When his day turns to shit, so does mine. Well, sometimes I'm able to stay in an okay mood, but yesterday and today, not so much.
I left work early today, which just adds to my stress. A) because I have so much going on at work right now, and 2) because I always worry about my job (for no reason, I'm aware).
So, coming home to calm him down from his massive panic attacks, when I'm totally stressed, is probably not super helpful.
Ugh!! Have I mentioned this illness SUCKS?!