Son2 will be clean and sober for 18 months in a few days, but who's counting.
I can't help but feel lucky, and I'm not sure I am, or that I should be. We are lucky to have health insurance, we are fortunate to have good jobs, we are fortunate that we didn't have to pay for inpatient care (Son2's has all been outpatient). We are lucky that the black days of heroin were only a matter of months, not years. I mean is this even normal? It almost feels like we are in for a train wreck. I feel uneasy, I really do. We are all stable for now, but you know, he can't stay in college forever.
Spring is coming, so naturally we start thinking of growth, change, etc. He mentioned he might have normal hair by the summer (right now he has a pink mohawk). We've also been talking about looking for a summer job. He is 5 months into his Suboxone wean. Things are changing. I think he is growing up...
We had an interesting funny little conversation a few days ago. He told me that his Suboxone has a side effect of insomnia, something he has been struggling with for the past 2 years. I said I know, I read the literature. I told him I had given him all the information 2 years ago, but I guessed he wasn't in the right frame of mind to look at it. He nodded knowingly.
My husband and I will be leaving on our trip in a few days. Son2 has made us promise to let him know when we get there, check in regularly, etc. Kinda funny to have the shoe on the other foot, but it feels very good to have some one worry about us for a change.