Good days

So now there are days that are good. Days where life seems fairly normal. Where nothing goes wrong, or where nothing freaks him out.
I talked to someone at VA about how this is a newer, younger generation of veterans. What we need as wives for support is not an in home nurse, or some equipment for him. What we need it day care when we take our husbands to their appointments, because we have gone through our list of friends and family. What we need is information to give to family who don't live with him 24/7 and don't understand when he wants to lock himself inside on the computer away from everyone. Who don't understand when he says, please call before you come over so I know to expect a knock at the door.
Oh the joys of PTSD.
But things this last week have been pretty good. We have had sick kids, but nothing extreme. Some days it seems like it is just a bad dream. Some days I can pretend that.