D D Never a dull moment around my house

I was on the phone with hubby when Jill came rushing into my room so that she could call 911. I hung up abruptly and stopped breathing til I heard what she told the operator the reason for her call was.  She asked me to come out to the car with her ( didn't want to find out he was dead ....alone. ) The operator kept insisting that I stay on the line with her intil help arrived.  My house phones loose reception once you step outside. :0(  Three cruisers , 1 police land rover and an ambulance respond to Jill's 911 call yesterday in the p.m. around 5. . Her son Gil was in the driveway slumped over the steering wheel of her car with the door open, one foot on the ground and a syringe in one hand and a spoon with heroin in it in his other hand. Overdosed. She picked him up from the hospital once he was checked out and somewhat off his high.  He apparently does not like the choices she made for him to get him some help and as I type she is outside searching for him. He went outside to smoke and split. 

Hubby is doing better. Yesterday morning I was ready to pick out a casket for him.....now it looks like we may be doing that for Gil. sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Later she called the police to make out a missing person report. Around 1 a.m. he walked into the house and went to bed. He had the beach towels we keep in a lidded tub for the swimmers wrapped around him. Lots of towels. It got quite cool last night and serious drug abusers are always cold, no matter what the temp is. Heavy hooded sweatshirt is his choice of wear, every day. sighhhhhhhh.
Jill has been a basket case all day. Took all her good meds for anxiety and stress and she herself has slept alot. He slept til after noon time. We keep hearing....if you force him to go, he will just hate you and will use when he can as soon as he is released. It's like being between a rock and a hard place ( for her ) and there are not any good programs for kids on serious drugs. sighhhhhhh We are told...he has to want to go if it is to succeed.

A social worker from the hospital called me a few minutes ago. Apparently she talked to hubby about going into a rehab upon his release next week and he wants no part of it. Asked me my thoughts on this. Told her after his release directly home a week ago Friday, I am more sure than ever that he needs some P.T.
She was going to go back to talk to him. If she tells him that I am all for it,  I WILL BE THE ENEMY! sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh  

No babysitting today. She couldn't handle it.
Don't know where this will all end, but my gut tells me it's not going to be good. I shit you not!
(((hugs)))

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