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Turns out it was a plugged gall-bladder and a stone. Values are improving.
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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 622650" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>Oh! Thank you, Recovering.</p><p></p><p>We don't talk so much about that, anymore. She is here (on Earth, I mean), and I am glad. Still tired, but that's okay. Things have turned around. She sent pictures of herself and two best friends playing in the snow. Lifelong friends, everybody addicted at one time or another, each of them saving the other or shooting right down that rabbit hole together. One of them, released from prison and homeless just before difficult child daughter went down the rabbit hole, moved in with difficult child, when we went South two years ago. They lived together until difficult child was evicted. (All the friends are women. difficult child has a tattoo of birds breaking away. The tattoo represents the three women.) </p><p></p><p>I see difficult child differently, now. I see the laughter in her eyes, not that she is wearing clothing from the free clothing center and running around with "those people".</p><p></p><p>I imagine all the old, judgmental things will come back. For now, all that is gone.</p><p></p><p>Life is good.</p><p></p><p>husband seems to be turning into someone I don't even recognize. We had a huge thing last night over my mother and whether I ate too many of his strawberry shortcakes.</p><p></p><p>I kid you not.</p><p></p><p>At one point, husband threw what remained of the strawberry shortcakes in question into the trash. Then? He took the whole kitchen trash container into the big garbage can outside.</p><p></p><p>That was like, the highlight of the evening.</p><p></p><p>This morning? He was all big smiles, all "Oh, let's not do this."</p><p></p><p>Then? He went out and rescued our kitchen wastebasket from the trash.</p><p></p><p>What to hay.</p><p></p><p>It was kind of fun, in a way. </p><p></p><p>Cedar</p><p></p><p>I don't know how entertaining the neighbors found it.</p><p></p><p>:O)</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 622650, member: 17461"] Oh! Thank you, Recovering. We don't talk so much about that, anymore. She is here (on Earth, I mean), and I am glad. Still tired, but that's okay. Things have turned around. She sent pictures of herself and two best friends playing in the snow. Lifelong friends, everybody addicted at one time or another, each of them saving the other or shooting right down that rabbit hole together. One of them, released from prison and homeless just before difficult child daughter went down the rabbit hole, moved in with difficult child, when we went South two years ago. They lived together until difficult child was evicted. (All the friends are women. difficult child has a tattoo of birds breaking away. The tattoo represents the three women.) I see difficult child differently, now. I see the laughter in her eyes, not that she is wearing clothing from the free clothing center and running around with "those people". I imagine all the old, judgmental things will come back. For now, all that is gone. Life is good. husband seems to be turning into someone I don't even recognize. We had a huge thing last night over my mother and whether I ate too many of his strawberry shortcakes. I kid you not. At one point, husband threw what remained of the strawberry shortcakes in question into the trash. Then? He took the whole kitchen trash container into the big garbage can outside. That was like, the highlight of the evening. This morning? He was all big smiles, all "Oh, let's not do this." Then? He went out and rescued our kitchen wastebasket from the trash. What to hay. It was kind of fun, in a way. Cedar I don't know how entertaining the neighbors found it. :O) [/QUOTE]
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