Ya...gotta go hold ice, and breathe. My husband just irritated the crap out of me. He makes me feel bad about myself when he sees me sleep, or the house is a little messy, and he starts asking me what's wrong, and tells me he's worried about me. He's a control freak, and makes me feel ill when there isn't anything wrong. That's not the BP talking that's the God's honest truth. I got frustraited with him, and he told me to tell him how to help me. I flipped out a little and told him that I've told him what to do, and he's just been a pig head about it. I've bought him books, I try to talk to him about it. We have to find a new marriage councler since we've moved....He thinks he knows the deal, and then he over worries, and asks stupid questions. It makes me angry at him, and makes me feel bad about myself because I actually start to believe somethng is wrong. When, I'm really lucky in my disease...it's under control for the most part.