Today was a rare good day until right at the end...

I had a wonderful day today.  I got up feeling rested, I spent a lot of time laughing with my daughter and I welcomed two new moderators to my Facebook Forum.  Everything was going great until I went to pour some coffee late in the day and I spilled it on my right hand, scalding the crap out of it.  It is really red and painful right now.  The physical pain was soon joined by emotional as I flashed back to Iraq when my hand was also really red for different reasons.  I could even smell the blood in the air.  My wife could tell something was wrong and she asked me if I was ok.  I told her that the last time I remember my hand being this red was when I was in Iraq.  She instantly responded with, "No it's not.  The last time your hand was that red is when you handed our daughter to me."  I had mentioned before that the blood associated with my daughter's birth had helped by giving me a positive association for blood.  And I was right.  Thinking of Caley's birth started calming me down a little bit.  The flashback became an intrusive recollection, which I find much easier to contend with.  Yet another reason why support is so important - where would I have spiraled to if my wife wouldn't have been there to snap me out of it?