In times of medical emergency I've always been pretty level headed. But, once I've gotten home from the ER, or put the injured to bed, or returned from the pharmacy with whatever pain-killer has been prescribed and taken care of whomever needed care, that is when I lose it. After all is done and in the wash, I tend to just roll over, pull the covers up past my chin and cry myself to sleep.
That is how I feel right now. I don't want to party, or go out for dinner or anything. I want a nice dark room all to myself, a soft comforter and several pillows to toss around me and I want to go to sleep.