A perfectly ordinary fear

Well, it looks like there's going to be no panic attack and no flashback; yesterday's theatre visit sparked a perfectly ordinary fear response (pretty frightful fear but just ordinary in-the-present fear) but nothing worse.

I'm downstairs now for a minute because I needed the loo and the phone rang. I may use the opportunity to make tea, too. Rob has gone to work, Linnea has been taken away by a friend, I am lying in bed most of the day. Yesterday I wasn't able to lie down for almost 12 hours, and I'm really paying for it.

I can't sit up on one arm in bed comfortably, either, so I won't be online much today. Just me and my few remaining library books and Radio 4.