2 days, that’s all, 2 days and I will be flying off to the sun (although looking at the forecast I would be better staying here). I should be feeling excited, but I’m really really concerned for Faith, and he is sober!
After yet another emergency admission to hospital and a five day detox (the two week detox never happened) Faith is back out and living with his drinking girlfriend. But this hospital admission was different. In the past he has been warned he is at the point where his liver will develop cirrhosis if he continues to drink. This time he was told to forget that, he will go straight to liver failure.
Update update….. I started writing that a few weeks ago.
I went on holiday and oh my god he stayed sober for the time I was away. I think he actually made 5 nearly 6 weeks sober. But of course, living with another alcoholic eventually got to him.
He has been drinking for about two weeks now. Well he was until yet another hospital admission yesterday. (I so must start this chart of expenses to the NHS)
He was left in the corridor as they were busy where he had a major fit.
He had been admitted because he had been sick with fresh blood
They were thinking about taking him to resus because his heart ♥ was struggling. This is the third time now his body is starting to give up.
But, after yet another intrusive expensive camera down his throat, white blood cells and vitamins into his veins he seems to have recovered.
Enough to apparently maybe go home tomorrow. But I know, 3 days? 3 days is not enough for him not to have the DT’s?
Surely they will not send him home saying “drink small amounts of alcohol”
All I know is he cannot go back to that flat with his drinking partner.
If he does will his next hospital admission be his last?
I am burying my parents ashes on the 11th September.
The plot is big enough for 4.
Please please god don’t let me be putting my son in there to join them 😭
I am running out of hope and things to say.
Life just seems to be on repeat with just a little more anxiety each time.
In fact I think for the first time in my life I am starting to have anxiety, awake in the night not being able to calm my racing mind. I guess I have done well up until now to be OK.
But what choice do I have, I still love Faith, I will until my last breath as any mother would. But, I am facing the facts that my last breath will be after his.
Sorry, a rather negative post, I guess that’s how I’m feeling right now.