Germany...this is the point in my life that I nearly died and didn't care if I did.  But, by the Grace of God, I didn't!  I had to come back to the states for 3 months because of problems with my visa.  Just when I was getting ready to go back to Germany, he called an said they were sending him to Afghanistan for a few months.  I decided to stay in Florida...got a job and an apartment.  Finally went back and I wasn't there no time before they sent him back to Afghanistan for 6 months.  Here I am all alone in a foreign country and few people spoke english.  But my daughter had moved there earlier and was living with one of Phil's friends (also the father of her twins).  My daughter is another story completely, so I'll get to that later.  I spent that 6 months in my cacoon and drank and drank and drank!  I ended up in the hospital for 4 days with alcohol hepatitis and salmonella.  That was the sickest I have ever been in my life...I thought I was dying and I really didn't care if I did! I quit drinking for a month and let my daughter upset me and started back.  By this time, I knew I was ready to go back to the states for good.  I hated Germany and it was killing me.  Next post will be my second saving grace!