Monday, September 7, 2009

Happy Labor Day and How is My son today?

Today, my husband and I are enjoying a paid holiday. We are truly blessed. Today, my son is working. He is truly blessed to be employed. All over our country, there are countless people who have lost their jobs-- even lost their homes. I am thinking and praying for you.

B has been offered a second job! It's working at a golf course, doing cart maintenance and general work. His friend quit that job to, ironically, take the job that B had at an exclusive and private golf course. B got fired from that job for reasons that remain cryptic, from what my son has said. I have no doubt he was fired because he was using, and pretty much messed up in the head. That was in March of 2008, right before my son hit bottom enough to reach out and ask for help.

If my son truly gets this job-- and his present job will compromise on his hours-- B plans to work two jobs. Essentially, he will work Mon-Fri from 8:00am till 3:00pm and then at the golf course almost every day from 3:00pm till just after dark-- when the golf course closes.

B and I agree that this is either a wonderful blessing-- in that the long hours will keep my son occupied, and hopefully too busy to think about using. He can better afford to support himself.

Or, the extra money will enable my son to buy drugs and fall into a pit of full-blown addiction, again.

Either way, it's in God's hands.

My son called me about 2:00. It was a fast conversation, since he cannot use his cellphone during work hours, or risk being fired. His job is very strict, and B fears being fired. Anyway, he forgot insulin and his blood sugar was at 600. This is very dangerous. He frantically asked me to bring insulin, and then he hung up the phone. I don't have insulin at our home, because I packed it all and delivered it to my son the day he left here.

My head was spinning with fear and panic. But, my husband is right-- we need to let go and let B figure out what to do on his own. B got off work 30 minutes ago, and no phone call. I assume that he got my voice mail that I had no insulin to bring-- I didn't mention this to him, but I do not want to enter his apartment. I was B's new place to be his sanctuary.

I'm enjoying time with my husband. He is so much more relaxed and he's laughing again.

I have 30 days of detox from my son-- that's when the rent is due, and I pray he will have it together. I won't help him, if he doesn't. I promise every single person that I know that I won't do that.

Back to frosting a cake and enjoying a quiet day at home.

Peace. It's wonderful.


Madison said...

I am beyond amazed. Bless you for allowing us to go on this journey with you. B's problems are too big for you, but not for God.

Debby of Oxycontin and Opiate Addiction: A Mother's Story said...

Madison, and everyone else who reads my blog... I want us to go on our journeys together. Support from people who understand helps me more than you could ever know.

Anonymous said...

Sounds like a very blessed day! And ummmmm frosting!!! I posted about another kind of frosting today at my blog.

Barbara(aka Layla) said...

I love the new look of your blog and the new beginning for your lives (all three of you). I hope B does get the second job and that he chooses wisely NOT to use the money for "that bad stuff".

This is a big week for us as far as legal issues, please pray for the best possible outcome and that I can get the answers I need to make decisions.

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Dad and Mom said...

Every day is precarious but it sounds good so far. Hang in there. When you are strong it is better for your son.

Anonymous said...

You are so right, it's not in your hands. I hope this job (if he gets it) is to his benefit. I know when one has extra money they always spend it on frivolous things or in B's case, drugs. But I pray that this extra job is a blessing.

Love the new blog look, BTW.


Just Be Real said...

Let go and Let God. Ultimate sacrifice, hard to do many times! Appreciate the post Debby.

Blessings to you and yours.

angelo212 said...

Your really doing all the right things. I'm happy your happy.