Stress, stress, stress...

May 23, 2009

My 17yo son took off for about half a day, that night, and the entire next day.  Just as night was coming we did a missing person's report on him which meant here if the cops had gotten him he would have been in juvenile jail til he turns 18 in August.  He has bipolar disorder and is off meds and just being a real butt just because he thinks he can.  They say your kids pay you back ten fold for what you did to your parents, but I never did any of  the things he's putting me through.  Eventually my brother got him to come home taking the cops out of the equation.  Bro thought he was helping but all he did was prove to my son he'll save him whenever he needs him.  And still my son respects no one.

The good thing, I couldn't eat during the whole thing.  I was shaking like a leaf and had such a headache there was no way anything would have stayed down.  This morning was the first time I ate a bite.  So maybe I'll lose a pound or two from worrying about my son.  But boy I hope he doesn't do it again anytime soon.

One good thing to happen yesterday...I got the call from my family doc's office with an appointment at UAB Hospital in Birmingham, AL to see Dr. De la Torre about the hydrendenitis supperativa under my arms that will have to be taken care of before I can even start my WLS path in earnest so hopefully we can get this done.  While I'm dealing with the HS I'm going to keep researching the different kinds of WLS and what all I would be expected to do before and after, basically learn just as much as I can about WLS.  So maybe I will get there but just by the long scenic route instead of the expressway.

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