I should have written sooner, but my mind has been foggy, and a bit confused.  I cannot concentrate.
From September 20-28, my husband, Frankie, had been in China, on a business trip.  I wrote at the beginning of his trip, while Hong Kong, was having a Typhoon.  I was scared, because Frankie, was staying in a hotel, fairly close to Hong Kong.
     Frankie survived the Typhoon, and most of the week went well for me.  I saw many friends, went to work, and tried to keep myself occupied.  I thought, that I was coping remarkably well. I did notice, however, that on many nights, while Frankie was gone, I went to bed, before the sun went down, which was by 7 PM, and would sleep for 12 hours.
      The day before Frankie was due to come home, I started to have auditory hallucinations, and I began to have paranoid thoughts.  The hallucinations stopped a few days ago, but I still feel paranoid.
      Yesterday, before work, tears started flowing, and I cried so hard,that I felt like I was losing my breath..  Somehow, I survived work, but I had to keep fighting off my tears.  At one point, I started to break down to a co-worker.  He told me to make sure to take care of myself.
      After work, I attempted to call my psychiatrist, who, it turns out, was on vacation.  Thankfully, another psychiatrist called me back and spoke to me.  She suggested that I may want to consider going into the hospital, but I'd like to avoid that, if I can.
      This morning, I woke up at 3 AM, got up by 3:45, took a shower, went downstairs to have my coffee, and by 5 AM, I was sobbing again.  My husband called my boss for me, and told him that I would not be able to come into work today.  Close to 7 AM, my psychotherapist called me and asked me to come into Boston to see her.  Frankie,took the day off to be with me, so we both took the train into Boston, to her office.
      My psychotherapist, is a wonderful woman.  She told me that it would be, in my best interest to take a week off from work, and relax, and get this under control.  If I don't do this, it could spiral out of control, and I could end up in the in-patient psychiatric ward, and out of work for a month of more.
      Honestly, I don't see how I could function at work right now, so, it is the best decision to stay home.
I feel like a crashing airplane.