Piglet, I hate the dentist too. Last year I had to go for a rotten tooth and ended up with a root canal. I waited until I couldnt' stand the pain anymore. Other than that, I don't go. It's too confining. I feel for you.

Working sucks. When there's PTSD involved, it's hard to function anywhere else. I also found that the more time off I had, the better I felt. So I finally took the plunge and quit, for good. I really don't know how others that have to work make it through. I did have to come to terms with not working and that it was okay not to be. My self worth isn't based according to how many hours I work. I say that now, but I still struggle with it.

Today is much better. I just started it though. It's only eight in the morning here. My husband said I had another nightmare this morning. Lucky for me, I don't remember. Today is a new day. I hope your day goes well. (or night, since you might be on the other side of the earth!)