Glad you’re doing okay, Zenith 🙂. Oh yes, it was a disaster. But not the last: last night I found my prescribed sleep-aid pills on the floor, full of spit and the container chewed.

I was terrified for his health, not knowing if he swallowed any of the pills or how many. It was 9 or 10 pm. I was also so angry at him that I used a profanity directed at him: strange how unlike it is for me, actually, I never used that word and couldn’t even imagine using it, and yet, it felt so natural last night.

The good news is that he seems fine, no symptoms of anything wrong and I slept on a clean bed last night after 3 nights on the floor. It’s the little things I’m grateful for 🙂

Anita