Rain, rain go away.. I want to go home!

Well, am stuck up north qld visiting my mum-in-law.  The Bruce Highway is cut off south of us, so unsure if we can get home tomorrow as planned.  I hope so.  Much as I love seeing my MIL, I am ready to go home.  I want to be in my  own house, near the doctor's I know (Master S is still not totally well).  I am booked into the trauma unit in hospital for three days on Friday, so really want to get there if I can.  Desperately need some time out for me to figure stuff out.  And need some support.  Wasn't supposed to go in until February, but my psych managed to get me in for a weekend now.  Probably need more than three days, but with school hols is all I can manage.  And three days is better than none!  Just been so stressful the last little while, with Master S so sick, and Miss A with rising anxiety about the rain and flooding.  I am struggling with depression and eating, and am 'switching' a lot.  My internal selves are struggling.  I am not sleeping at night - I lie awake listening to make sure Master S is still breathing.  That's one of the problems associated with being a survivor of trauma - I always expect the worse.  My psych said when your whole life you have experienced stuff that most people don't, the 'statistics' of events don't matter to you - you just accept bad stuff happens, and to you, not others.  Kind of the opposite of most people, who don't expect bad stuff to happen to them, but others.   Anyway, Miss A has fallen and hurt her elbow, so best go....