… 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!:You_Rock_