Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.
I realise I just comitted plegarism, but so, sue me. At least the time I do will be similar to the time I'm doing now. And, I may stand corrected but, I believe inmates are paid, albeit only 17 cents an hour but paid, nonetheless. My son, I retrieved yesterday in a raging blizzard, a 200 mile drive through white-out conditions because compliments of the zoloft, I take, I was comfortable in my own skin and asked for help from a garage attendant. I asked him how best to get over the mountains in a whiteout. He said get behing a large tractor trailer, they know what's what and stay behind him. I did this both ways and it worked extremely well. Now my son is here for about
a week, thank-you Santa, and that means I can lean into the intense body pain from the fibro, and just let my son take over.That initial letdown from stress, it is very intense, and hard to let go. Now Dad isn't following me around the house like a little lost puppy. he's actually talking intelligently with my son, about
all kinds of fascinating things like WWII to tractors through to dairy farming. All stuff I've heard plenty about
already. Also son is up to getting our mail, depositing chequue, and vip getting the muffler attached to the car. I have (hopefully climbed under there probably 15 times to gerry-rig the exhaust system. If he is sucessful in getting it fixed, it's anoter load off. Now I get to play patient for a while.