I think everyone who lived through the Memorial Day flood has ptsd to some extent. I know I do, even though I'm no longer in my house and am currently living up on the third floor of an apartment complex. Still, when I learned that the remnants of Hurricane Patricia were headed toward Houston, I was nervous. I mean, the largest hurricane in history should have some pretty big remnants.
As early as Friday evening, people were getting hourly updates on the approaching heavy rains. Saturday I was signed up for an all-day workshop, but it was on the far west side of Houston, about an hour from my apartment. I decided it was better to be safe than sorry and stayed home. The rain was supposed to come at noon, then at 2:00, then at 4:00 and finally it began. I might have been home from the workshop by then, but I was glad I didn't take a chance.
Although it's certainly not going to flood on the third floor, I spent the evening listening to severe weather alerts and checking the Internet for the water level of Brays Bayou. Fortunately, no one got flooded, at least not in our neighborhood. I'm sure everyone there, especially those who are rebuilding or rehabbing their homes, breathed a sigh of relief.
Still, I wonder how long ptsd lasts?