J was feeling very sick…so I took him to the doctor. J being sick in the past has often been an adventure into the land of relapse. Turns out this was just a generic trip to the land of sore throats called Strep<—Blech! I could see he wasn’t feeling good. Then the throwing up started. OMG! My heart leaps when I hear vomit and moaning and not in a sympathetic kind of way. I have immediate flash backs taking me back to J crying he doesn’t want to live anymore as he shakes and vomits and stays up for a week and negotiates with me, GOD and anyone who will listen. Withdrawals suck not just for the addict but also for the person watching. I am very glad that some antibiotics will clear this up in no time.
While I had J captive in my car driving back from the doctors feeling miserable with a temperature of 101.3, I thought to myself why don’t I have a thoughtful conversation with him. I am so clever sometimes, I can hardly stand it. So I racked my brain out and came up with something innocuous, yet thought-provoking. I asked J if he knew the expression “Pink Cloud”. I waited eagerly for a reply so we could begin a meaningful dialog.
His reply: “Yes” and then he promptly closed his eyes and went to sleep. I know what you are all thinking “Wow, That mom has really got it together. Clever, and she always knows just what to say and when to say it”.