Rehab Journal

Day Forty-Eight:

Actually, great day today. besides doubled-over menstrual cramps, I was in a really chipper, out-going mood. I spoke confidently in all my classes today and even spoke in an AA meeting this evening, as well as grabbing a phone list on my way out. I also got to see my ragga-muffin (son) for a few minutes tonight as well. The family meeting here was canceled for the evening and that is usually when my son visits me. But my godmother needed to drop off some cigs for me and my son wanted to come along just so he could give me a kiss and a hug and have a glass of our "terrific" (as he says) fruit punch. I felt so wonderful and hopeful in those few minutes while he talked excitedly about his new video game and showed me the artwork and thank you card he was sending out to grampa. I didn't even have to ask for a hug and a kiss. He seemed so happy to see me and it lifted my spirits sky-high. I really needed that. Praying does help, by golly. He's going to come and stay longer on Wednesday and I can't wait. I have never loved a human being as much as I love him.