Me too, Teppy.
'Help'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
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Thanks, you guys. SO MUCH.
I talked to him about half an hour ago -- his wife got home from work, they went to (IIRC) a walk-in substance abuse clinic, the clinic people evaluated him and immediately sent him to the hospital to be admitted for 3-4 days. He doesn't know yet whether, at the end of those 3-4 days, he'll be in an inpatient rehab program or an outpatient program. I guess they'll figure that out as he detoxes.
I know he has a long haul in front of him, but this immediate withdrawal/detox period is so scary, he just needed to get medical help. That's what I was most scared about. I am SO RELIEVED. I have no words for how relieved I am.
That's a huge relief, Tep, I'm glad he's under care.
Blessings on you all, Steph.
Thank GOODness he is in care. It will be a long, rough haul but getting over the medical crisis makes all the rest doable.
Excellent news. I am so relieved.
Oh, Tep, I'm so glad. Many gold stars to the walk-in clinic for getting him the care he needed right away.
That's such a relief.
I'm glad to hear that your brother is getting help too.
Thanks for checking in Steph, what a relief to know he's been admitted.
It seems to be medical emergency in the family day. Hubby and I went into the ER last night abotu 11 because he was presenting most of his typical heart attack symptoms. His blood work came back clean, but they have to do 2 tests to make sure. They didn't take the first blood till 1 AM, so we had to wait till 5 AM for the next draw. It took an hour and 3 people to find a proper vein.
So we got out of there at 6 AM--I really dislike leaving ERs into the dawn--get home and crash for a few hours, go into his cardiologist's office at 1 PM, and he's scheduled for an angiogram on Friday. This is practically routine by now, but I don't like hearing my husband whimpering in distress.
And the cottonwoods are in bloom, or in fluff, or whatever you call it, so I'm sneezing everywhere. Yay.