Most mornings, I read every ones blog with the intention of going back later to comment. I find that I do this a lot with emails too and then forget. So, for what it's worth, I read you guys and have profound thoughts about what you have written but I'm usually too pressed for time to share them with you. ;-)
Sober daughter has had the worst luck with idiot doctors these last 6 months. I'm having a hard time not calling or writing a couple of them to ask "what the hell?" She is on the 3rd shrink and can not undergo any more changes in that area until all her meds are stable but jeez louise I want to stalk this lady thru a dark alley and her receptionist too. I'm thinking the shrink must be alcoholic because she spends a lot of time trying to convince sober girl that there is nothing wrong with drinking and has even quoted medical studies about wine being good for ones' heart. Sober girl tells me (during my outrage) that she just doesn't have the energy to explain alcoholism to the doctor.
I am not looking forward to the day. I'm tired and I did not get much sleep last night. When you share a bed with a large man AND a Great Dane it makes for hot flashes and being shoved over to about 6 inches of bed space. I'm going to need to ask God for some physical stamina as well as spiritual strength for the next 24 hours.
I am grateful for a sober daughter who has conceded to her inner most self that she is an alcoholic and no one can convince her other wise.