... and on the third day -
she got the flu.
Not the oh, cough cough I might be sick flu...
the OMG it's nothing short of CHOLERA ... or EBOLA .... flu.
Have been texting constantly with son #2.
(Hah-PAH-na for those Sioux-ishly inclined)
Son # 1 - not so much.
There's areas we're staying well clear of for the present.
Things are mostly 'catch - up' but I hven't SPOKEN with either son yet.
With PTSD, And the other nervous disorders,
I have had to make my world a very small place
in order to function.
I'll know when it's time to hear the voice.
I write far better than I speak.
When I get nervous, and try to sperak,
words tumble over each other
and people often don't understand what i'm saying.
I jump from topic to topic and it's
just a headache waiting to happen.
Actually -
when I talk -
people in the group sometimes say
that listening to me
must be what it was like
to listen to Dr. Bob.
for what THAT'S worth - LOL
So maybe that's a part of alcoholism I don't know?
ANYHOO _
Just wanted to update everyone
and thank everyone for such warm responses to my thread.
I knew it'd be a harder road with my oldest-
he is like I am now.
my youngest...
well, if I have a soul mate... it's him.
I used to call them -
"One is my little shadow,
the other is my little MIRROR'.
I have all the rest of my life to wait.
Thank you all!
