I used to state, relating of course to my alcoholic husband, that "there is no such thing as a geographic cure." In other words. just moving to a different setting for your suffering doesn't make a bit of difference. It's true, too.
I am still a happy smoker and my oldest daughter, just having received a definitive diagnosis of Muscular Sclerosis (MS) after 18 years and 5 severe episodes is relieved (but certainly not happy) to finally get this actual diagnosis rather than the skeptical "have you considered seeing a psychiatrist" question because her test results aren't "right down the middle"
Make no mistake -- I love being near my daughter and her husband and my two fabulous grandkids, but I was hoping to feel less overwhelmed when I got here rather than more. My family has done a magnificent job of unpacking and organizing me. They've put together furniture for me, and I haven't done much of anything. I did take my granddaughter out shopping for some things she wanted for school, and we had great fun doing it. but I was exhausted all day and simply couldn't get out of bed this morning so I missed her first field hockey game this evening. I want to be the grandma who does it all, but I think I have to work up to that somewhat. It was a gorgeous day here today, but I didn't get out of my jammies. Guess I'll have to take this one day at a time, or one step at a time if I need to.
Marsha is going to be released from the hospital tomorrow, and I'll plan to drive up to Pittsburgh early next week to spend a few days with her and get her pantry stocked with things she'll actually eat. Then when I get back from Pgh I'll start looking for a part time job. Right this minute I'm not doing well at staying part time out of my bed, so I have a way to go.
oh, my palindrome today is 1331. Maybe it's a sign. Love you all -- heading to bed and I'll write more when I'm not dopey from the sleeping pill. Sweet dreams, brave quitters.