Of course, now I am afraid to call and feel embarrassed about the whole thing.

I am still having thoughts. In fact, I was walking down stairs and my husband had left a wall paper scraper on the window sill because we are slowly working on removing wall paper in the stair way. I actually shuddered and had a physical reaction to seeing the blade because I knew exactly what I could do with it. It was like reliving a nightmare. I held the railing tight and kept walking. It felt like I was going against the muscles in my body that wanted to stop and look at the blade and hold the handle... I actually felt weak in my legs and arms.

I know I have to call. I will. I am just afraid.