tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473207716869260632024-02-02T10:40:53.068-08:00TherapyMy son is an opiate addict. I hope that by sharing my story I can help others heal as I am learning to healSherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-11121344152454360852017-02-11T05:57:00.001-08:002017-02-11T05:57:28.841-08:00Please shareI have a new blog. My son writes was posts from prison and I type them.<br />
The blog is called Mirror Mirror<br />
Link is kevwritesitype.blogspot.com<br />
Please read and fell free to share!Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-42529832708550160712015-11-17T11:21:00.001-08:002015-11-17T11:21:07.279-08:00I HATE HEROINPlea hearing December 1st. Even though I know what's coming , I am heartsick to the very depth of my soul. <br />
My son has stolen his young adult life along with all he has stolen to support his habit. <br />
It will be several years before he will spend another holiday, birthday or even be able to just wake in the morning and move freely. <br />
I am by no means excusing his actions, but as his mother I am grieving for him. <br />
Why can't fierce love for your child be enough to make him better??Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-40975740730006237762015-11-13T05:03:00.000-08:002015-11-13T05:03:20.844-08:00Walk Against Heroin Niles OhioThis Saturday there is a Walk Against Heroin in Niles, Ohio which is my town. Two young women who have lost loved ones and friends organized the event. If anyone from Niles reads my blog (which I highly doubt, lol), please try to participate. <br />
There will be information of many types and it will be a good way to raise awareness and destroy the stigma!Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-63659103504809158422015-02-11T11:09:00.002-08:002015-02-11T11:21:30.572-08:00The Good StuffMy son is out of prison, out of the work release program and on probation and living with me and his sister. He has a full time job and continues to move forward and work on his recovery, <br />
While in prison, he wrote A LOT of stuff in a kind of journal. Both prose and poetry. He has continued to write and wants to someday be published. <br />
He has been networking and locating venues where he can read his work.<br />
Last night, there was a open poetry reading at one of the local galleries. I took him there and he read a few of his poems. It was great to hear him and see his passion for his work. He mentioned his addiction as a prelude to one of the poems he read.<br />
There was a quiet young man there who came to listen to the readings. He and my son shared a smoke outside before things began and he told my son that he writes as well, but not poetry.<br />
The young man got up after Kevin had done a few of his readings and asked if he could share something he had written. He told the people there that it wasn't a poem but we all said who cares? Read what you have.<br />
I think we were all blown away by this young man's words. It was a piece about his struggle with anorexia and what happened when he decided he had had enough. WOW. It was so well written and created such imagery in everyone's minds! <br />
When he sat down, my son said to him: " The way you read that made it poetry dude."<br />
Big grin from the quiet young man.<br />
He and my son exchanged e mails and Facebook adds. Kevin told me on the way home that he felt that maybe he had inspired him to get up and read. I told him that I thought it was so. Big smile from my not so young man.<br />
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I am very raw emotionally right now and I seem to cry at the drop of a hat. My daughter took me to a very nice dinner after she was off work. Before she came home, I spent most of the day crying. I realize it isn't as if my son has showered me with affection these past several years but knowing where he is just makes me sad. <br />
This feeling has continued and today as I was having lunch I was reading about LeBron James nearly 50 point game last night. That led me to thinking about the last time I saw my son wearing his Heat jersey. It was at my daughter's graduation party in June 2011. I had noticed he was sitting all by himself at a table and looked entirely lost. That thought of noticing how out of place he looked back then opened the floodgates again.<br />
I did see him in the county jail the Sunday before he left and he looked so good. He has been clean for over 8 months. I pray he continues to serve his time in the most productive way possible and can <br />
get through this phase of his incarceration as well as he did at the county jail. He is a small guy, not a violent person at all and I know that he will have some tough times ahead. Hopefully, he will be brought back for judicial release in a few months. Please keep him in your thoughts.<br />
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I have been reading blogs daily and I know there are good things and not so good things happening in other's lives. I think about and have good thoughts for everyone whether they are celebrating their loved one moving forward or whether they are despairing that their loved one is still battling the demon. <br />
I'm glad that we have each other to understand and support. I may not comment on other's blogs as often as I should but believe me when I tell you that every sentence I read has an impact on me. Sometimes I smile, sometimes I tear up and always I give all of you out there a virtual hug!<br />
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<br />Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-51915687130809792882013-11-03T17:56:00.000-08:002013-11-03T17:56:31.371-08:00I have been following the blog of a mom whose son has recently been arrested and jailed. She wants to wrap her child in her arms. She wants to "save" him from harm. She is me and every mom who pours her heart out , hoping that her written words will somehow heal her child and her soul. I so wish that was what it takes. That we write to the universe and the universe responds and heals our child and us and our families. It is not so. But, to be able to write our anguish and love in some ways does heal. We share to those who need to know they are not alone, we reach out , we connect. It's not a cure, but it is a comfort.Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-9389021875170247342013-10-16T11:46:00.004-07:002013-10-16T11:46:44.078-07:00Clean My son is clean. Oh, don't get excited folks. He is clean because he has been in county jail for almost two months. The month before he was incarcerated was very, very bad. I could have done a zillion posts during all that time but regurgitating the drama that has been my life lately is just not my style. <br />
I have been on a cleaning frenzy since he was arrested. A much needed one at that . While cleaning last weekend, I came across a newspaper clipping I had kept from 2006 which announced that he had been accepted into a prestigious fashion design school on the west coast.<br />
I looked at that face smiling out from the article and flashed to the face I had just seen a few days ago. It did not compute. <br />
Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-50888916220453217072013-09-22T15:26:00.000-07:002013-09-22T15:27:06.305-07:00To the parents in my town and every other townMy son is an addict<br />
Your son is not<br />
They went to the same school<br />
Played on the same sports team<br />
They both excelled at it<br />
My son won numerous art awards<br />
He was a gifted musician<br />
He got good grades<br />
Your son did the same<br />
If your son had became an addict<br />
Would you have questioned your parenting skills?<br />
You bet you would have<br />
I do it every , single , damn day<br />
If your son had become an addict<br />
Would you avoid me and your looks of pity ?<br />
You bet you would have<br />
If your son had become an addict<br />
Would you have called me and asked if I needed to talk?<br />
No, but if the shoe was on the other foot...<br />
You bet I WOULD HAVE<br />
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<br />Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-66451959620202634172013-09-08T17:44:00.003-07:002013-09-08T17:45:10.581-07:00LossMy daughter has such anger in her for her brother. Yet, sometimes her bravado breaks down and I see that although she is angry, there is still love. She was telling me about being at her boyfriend's school the other night and watching this concert thing they have. Different groups perform and she was telling me about one in particular . Mom, the singer was terrible but the guitarist was really talented. He was "Kevin" talented. My heart wept silently for both their losses. His not knowing how his sister admires his talent and loves him but cannot show it and hers for the loss of her big brother who admires her as well but cannot show it .Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-91639534274760104782013-08-16T09:44:00.001-07:002013-08-16T09:44:42.492-07:00Happy BirthdayToday is my daughters 21st birthday. She has been a passenger on my sons addiction roller coaster all of her teenage life. She has done without, both physically and emotionally while I enabled and tried to fix her brother. Right now, things are very bad with his situation. She has been my rock lately. She always seems to provide me with just what I need to be able to get up every day and move forward. She doesn't realize she is doing it either. I'm proud of the fine young woman she has become. I'm grateful for her strength and her sense of humor. I don't tell her that enough.Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-82570101108872630182013-07-20T17:49:00.001-07:002013-07-20T17:49:44.799-07:00Shutting it down for now.Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-8071808566083685762013-07-02T05:22:00.001-07:002013-07-02T13:26:06.998-07:00Celebrating with an emotional cocktailI read the phrase "emotional cocktail" in a post today and it seems very appropriate in regard to my thoughts about the upcoming holiday. A lot of people will be hosting parties on the fourth or this weekend where family will be gathered and everyone will enjoy food and some type of "cocktails". <br />
As a parent of an addicted loved one, although I am looking forward to the family party this weekend I will be partaking of several " emotional cocktails " while there. It will be great to see my family, especially my nieces and nephews that I see less and less often as they grow up and move on with their lives. Lives that are so foreign to me compared to the life my son has chosen. I find joy in their successes and savor the sweet emotional cocktail that brings. I will watch my daughter enjoy being with her cousins and be wishing that her brother was there to share that with her. The emotional cocktail of his absence and the memory of times when he was there laughing and joking will be bittersweet. I truly hope that one day, he will find his recovery and everyone will be able to " drink in" the presence of the beautiful boy who for now is trapped inside the ugly monster that holds him prisoner. Cheers everyone, and have a wonderful holiday!Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-32995203428708934592013-05-31T05:18:00.004-07:002013-05-31T05:21:55.700-07:00Just another day I have not been blogging a great deal lately. I had wanted to do a post about it being a year since I started this blog but my brain would not come up with anything of substance to say. I would love to say that this year has been all puppies, unicorns, hearts and flowers. There have been good things and not so good things that have occurred. I could re-hash all of it but why? <br />
I am in a pretty good place right now. Stuff happens with Kevin now that used to turn me into a shrieking, crazy lunatic. Not so much now. Yesterday, he walked off his job! He just got an apartment and HE WALKED OFF HIS JOB! Wow. In the past, my head would have exploded and texts would ensue where I would preach, demand to know why and so forth. But what's the point? Kevin is going to do what he is going to do. He's a man and he has to take care of his business. After finding out about it I was at the grocery store and I found myself chuckling, thinking of the lunacy I would exhibit about something like that in the past. I am amazed at me and thankful that this year has brought me to a place that I can laugh at the old me. <br />
I hope everyone has a great weekend. I opened my pool and its green. :-( So I am dealing with that. I found a dead squirrel floating in it when I came home from work yesterday! I face- booked that it was like an episode of Duck Dynasty. All I needed was Phil to come fish it out and for Miss Kay to fry it up for dinner! Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-74987579334159830882013-05-02T04:57:00.001-07:002013-05-02T05:05:35.184-07:00It's an F'd up world........<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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He urged everyone to e mail the CEO <a href="mailto:richard.hayne@urbanout.com">richard.hayne@urbanout.com</a> and let him know what marketing geniuses they are.</div>
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Pleasant dreams sir.<br />
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<br />Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-82834344529067712012013-04-17T05:32:00.000-07:002013-04-17T05:34:05.009-07:00Just when you think it's safe........Ok, cue the theme from Jaws.........<br />
I made a comment on addictionjournal.net's blog that my son was being abstinent but not working a recovery program. I said I had hoped he was getting honest with himself and perhaps his abstinence was the first step to getting off the crazy ride.<br />
Yeah....feelings are not facts. I just find out the facts later than sooner since he doesn't live with me.<br />
I still hold out hope that he will find his way but he's not ready I guess. Only he will know when that is.<br />
Me, I am good . I truly have gotten honest with myself that this is his business. I love him unconditionally and that will never change. But, I cannot be Martin Brody scanning the horizon while my son is in the water.<br />
There are no sharks circling me...my seas are calm. Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-78296861570711411682013-03-28T20:18:00.000-07:002013-03-28T20:18:02.745-07:00BirthdayA good night!Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-59817094812420912802013-03-28T05:37:00.000-07:002013-03-28T05:37:33.639-07:00Birthday PrepToday is my son's 25th birthday. He is coming over to have dinner. I am making his favorite meal and bought a banana cream pie for dessert ( He will take all the leftovers back to his place, especially the pie!)<br />
I "prepped" my house before I left work this morning for the celebration. Instead of hanging streamers and balloons, making sure I had birthday plates and napkins and wrapping colorful gifts, I made sure any and all medications are locked up, any liquor was put away upstairs and any important papers and other things of value were upstairs under lock and key as well.<br />
Yesterday, I went to the grocery store and bought him some food staples and some personal hygiene items. <br />
I decided that was the thing I could be ok with doing. No gift cards he can sell and of course, no money. <br />
I feel really good this morning, I am good with what I am doing. <br />
I am going to take Annette's suggestion and write his birth story and give it to him.<br />
I am looking forward to tonight.Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-62088276158248888892013-03-22T05:07:00.001-07:002013-03-22T05:07:57.301-07:00THINKING.....<div style="text-align: center;">
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<strong><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">With my heart and soul</span></strong></div>
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Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-80564766638454936302013-02-04T09:53:00.001-08:002013-02-04T09:53:46.724-08:00StrugglesI have been struggling of late regarding my detachment, sometimes feeling I have taken it too far. I try to maintain some sort of communication with my son, I text him and tell him I love him. Usually, I don't get a response unless there is a request for something involved. The something lately has been a request to move back home. When I state that it is not an option...crickets again. I start to feel selfish. I start second guessing my decision to love him from a distance. I wonder if as he says, I have abandoned him.<br />
Then I think about it......He is working full time,. He has a place to stay and is supposedly working on getting his own place.(It's just not happening as quickly as he thinks it should) He is getting on with his life. Could I really contribute anything more to what he is doing by himself by having him under my roof? Honestly, I don't think so. I just wish <strong>he</strong> could see it that way. Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-48361522008960736532013-01-15T10:38:00.002-08:002013-01-15T10:40:16.865-08:00The "P" wordI haven't been posting much at all lately. There are so many thoughts swirling around in my brain. I can't seem to lasso them from there to my fingers. <br />
I did choose a word for the year though..<br />
The word is patience.<br />
I didn't choose it because I need to be patient with others ( although I do). I chose it for <strong>me.</strong> I have realized that I need to be patient with <strong>ME.</strong> <br />
I am so used to being the fixer , the person who has to be "doing" all the time and the person who for a long time , did not focus on herself.<br />
Now that I am getting that opportunity, I find that I have no patience for <strong>me</strong>. I get impatient at <strong>me</strong> for not having all the answers for <strong>me</strong>. I find myself telling<strong> me</strong> that I need to hurry up and get where I want to be. <br />
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Let's go patience<br />
Hurry this stuff<br />
I have things to do<br />
And this waiting is tough!!!<br />
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I spoke ( via text ) to him last night. I had texted him on New Years Eve wishing him a happy new year. He did not reply back. Last night his text was about a health issue he is having. At the tail end of the conversation, I asked him why he did not reply to my new year's text. He told me that his new year is not happy so why text back. I said ok and good night and that was the end of the conversation. <br />
I've changed. <br />
It didn't even phase me that he was upset that I would not be drawn into his problems. <br />
I'm not sure if that's good or bad. <br />
I read blogs where parents have detached but still seem more caring and loving than I am feeling right now. They reach out and are able to have loving conversations and even visitations with their addicted loved ones. <br />
I can't seem to do this. I am afraid to let my guard down, even a little. I'm afraid if I do, I will get sucked in.<br />
My son did eat Christmas dinner at my home, but I was ready for him to leave after a couple of hours. <br />
I felt myself getting angry that he was still there. I wanted to go to my sister's as planned and he was prolonging his visit. I had to be the "bad guy" once again and remind him that we had plans and we needed to drop him off. I could tell he was hurt but I didn't react to his hurt at all.<br />
I guess I am not ready yet. I am getting worried that perhaps I never will be........<br />
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Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-23063991855177664372012-10-26T04:59:00.000-07:002012-10-26T04:59:41.600-07:00TO MY CHILD<div style="text-align: center;">
<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">THE DAY YOU WERE BORN</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">MY HEART ACHED SWEETLY</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">FULL OF PROMISE AND HOPE</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">I LOVED YOU COMPLETELY</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">THE SWEET ACHE CONTINUED</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">AS I WATCHED YOU GROW</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white;">I PATCHED UP YOUR BOO-BOO'S</span></span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">PLAYED WITH YOU IN THE SNOW</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">YOU GREW INTO A TEEN </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">AND THE SWEET ACHE STILL GREW</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">YOUR PLAYED SOCCER, GUITAR</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">FELL IN LOVE A TIME OR TWO</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">I WISH I COULD PINPOINT</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">WHEN THAT SWEET ACHE GAVE WAY</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">TO A PAIN AND A FEAR </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">FOR YOUR LIFE EVERY DAY</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">THAT SWEET ACHE I HAD </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">FULL OF PROMISE AND HOPE</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">HAS BEEN REPLACED BY A HATRED</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">OF A MONSTER CALLED DOPE</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">PLEASE GOD, HELP MY CHILD</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">THERE'S NO MORE I CAN DO</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666;">I'LL KEEP LOVING HIM</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="background-color: #444444; color: #666666;"><span style="background-color: white;">BUT GIVE HIM OVER TO </span><span style="background-color: white;">YOU</span></span></strong></div>
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Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-40944368495001448512012-10-08T05:03:00.001-07:002012-10-08T05:03:48.965-07:00Another Day, Another Damn DramaMy daughter informed me this morning that 4 dollars was missing from her wallet Saturday. She said she checked and rechecked but yes, it is missing. My son has been working and just got paid on Friday. She is very insistent that the money is gone. Of course, as soon as she dropped me at work i called my son and told him what his sister said about missing money. He is adamant that he did not take her money. I told him that she is positive it is missing and if it comes to light that he took it , there will be consequences. He got very angry, said he is working and has his own money, why would he take it?<br />
I'm tired of dealing with all of this. Thats pretty much it for now.Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-847320771686926063.post-64058384089168861422012-09-10T05:44:00.002-07:002012-09-10T05:45:04.196-07:00My Recovery TempMy range is over 25 years old. It was there when we moved into our house 20 years ago and the previous owner had used it for several years prior to that. The past few years have been very challenging utilizing my "ghetto oven" as my kids lovingly call it. I have to constantly monitor the oven temperature when ever I make a meal. Nevertheless, I have had many successful dinners, including holiday dinners with "old yeller" (which is what I call her since she is old and yellow-gold).<br />
Monitoring my oven temp is kind of like monitoring my "recovery temp". There are days that I have to keep "checking" , reminding myself that it's one day at a time and things will not happen as quickly as I want them to or think they should. Sometimes its an all day process ( like when I'm doing a holiday meal in my oven). I have to check and re-check the entire time. Sometimes it's not so much and I look at the thermometer and low and behold, it's holding steady right where I want it to be! <br />
One of these years, I will get a new oven and no checking up may be required. I think that perhaps I will still do it though. My recovery is like that too. I may one day think I am finally new and improved but it won't hurt to check myself from time to time!Sherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12073168663615871502noreply@blogger.com1