My son called me from the psychiatric ward on Saturday and at one point said some very hurtful things to me. I didn't react or respond, considering where he is, but when he called me on Sunday I didn't take the call. I just wasn't in a frame of mind to be hurt even more. He didn't call me Monday or Tuesday and finally called me today. He sounds so much better than he has in a long time. Amazing what a few days without meth will do for someone! He's alert, chipper, sounding more like his genial self. and he has a plan. It's a grandiose pipe-dream kind of plan but I'm not about to burst his bubble at this point. If it's going to burst it will do so soon enough without my help. The plan is that when he gets discharged from the unit tomorrow he's going to a 28 day rehab there in Chicago. After that he wants to go to New York City for a sober living program. How this is supposed to work is that he has furniture in storage that he thinks he can sell for around $1000...although I am skeptical about that. If he can make concrete arrangements for somewhere to stay in NYC I will book him a one-way flight there...but it has to be something provable, I won't just take his word for it. The last thing I need to do is enable him to get to New York and be on the streets. So this could work...or not. It's really up to him at this point. I'll just be happy if he completes the rehab, which so far he has failed to do. I'm sort of an optimistic pessimist. I see bad things happening but I also have faith and hope that everything goes right this time. Does that make sense? Oh and I made it to Nar-Anon on Monday. I didn't get to really say anything because they had a guest speaker but I received a warm welcome and am looking forward to attending more meetings. Even my son acknowledged that I was doing a good thing for myself.