Every once in a while, a smell will take me straight back to Iraq. Some sensory things just really trigger it.
Last night, Sunday, there was about 15 minutes of reports from fireworks I couldn't see and I have to admit I had a little bit of anxiety for about 20 minutes over it.
No, it's not a tumor and no it's not PTSD.
Oh, and a hearty "thank you" to all the people that send me junk mail. I'm recycling for you!
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