The police dept. made hubby return to work just before X-mas, as they were going to be working short. He had to work X-mas Eve. (He turns into the BIGGEST Grinch at X-mas because of all that he's seen on the job at X-mas.) We had plans to go out of state for X-mas, & he was kind of excited about that-- though I think he was more excited about leaving town & leaving X-mas encounters behind him.
His X-mas Eve Day shift was uneventful & almost behind him... 30mins before his shift ended he gets a call re: an overdose. (just perfect) So hubby shows up & there's not 1 OD but 2. (& he has to go to the hosp w/ them) 1 was DOA, the other still alive & lucky enough to get his stomach "pumped out". He'd taken 30 Lortab, 60 Xanax, & 90 Methadone.

Not enough to kill him, but enough to make him wish it had. (Treatment isn't pleasant.) But he
lived!
Somehow this event seemed to restore hubby's faith in the holiday-- maybe because he felt he'd made it thru X-mas without multiple catastrophies? Whatever it was, I'm thankful for it. That day hubby made a 180 degree turn around. I had the 1st X-mas in 10yrs with a husband who was happy, warm, laughing, affectionate... this person was the man I fell in love with. It looks as though we got a X-mas miracle. :biggrin: That man is still here today-- not at 100%, but a far, far cry from the man he was before X-mas. I hope & pray this lasts, if only for a while, as it's showing him how much of life he was missing. I praise his efforts like crazy

, but not so as to go overboard or so much as to make him self-conscious. I just thank him for trying. I still give him lots of room & don't place alot of expectations on him. He's been "gone" for soooo long that right now, this is enough. :biggrin:
Thanks for listening to our story.