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lalicopaWhy is it that whenever the kids are making me insane, Robert has had a horrible day at work and needs his own detox time? I don't really understand it. It must be something in the atmosphere. Seriously, I cannot remember a day where I was extra frazzled from the kids when he hadn't had a terrible day at work.
I just came up here to check my mail/journal, etc. I needed some quiet time.
We drove this morning to pick up my friend from a detox of her own. She's been addicted to Vicodin for a pretty long while and finally sought help. Her insurance company booted her from her program a day early, with basically no coping mechanisms and no referrals...and no more methadone that they had been giving her while she was in. They had told her to go off all her narcotic medications, including her daily Klonopin and Xanax. When I got her home, I went upstairs with her and flushed her "unnecessary" meds down the toilet. I left her the Klonopin and Xanax because she never abused them and because I'm not a doctor. I just got rid of the ones I know she has the potential to abuse.
I checked in with her a few times today and she seems to be doing pretty well. I'm praying her mother stays away from her because she's the most toxic person on the planet. No shit. She wins. And they live in the same apartment building 1 floor apart. It's such a sick situation.
My friend is going to another place tomorrow for an intake and hopefully they'll accept her to their day program. It would mean driving about 40 minutes each way, but she'd be there all day getting the help she needs, and my house is in between hers and the facility. So that's good.
Our house is finally regaining some semblance of order. The basement was carpeted on Thursday, but we had to wait until Friday to go down because they used this horrible cement to keep the carpet on the support poles. I rearranged it and now it's so nice down there. I sewed some pillows this evening to match the new carpet. It's fun to be able to do that...I haven't really done anything like that since we moved in.
Ok, back to the wild children in the basement. I hear Laszlo screaming from here, 2 floors away. Give me strength.
I just came up here to check my mail/journal, etc. I needed some quiet time.
We drove this morning to pick up my friend from a detox of her own. She's been addicted to Vicodin for a pretty long while and finally sought help. Her insurance company booted her from her program a day early, with basically no coping mechanisms and no referrals...and no more methadone that they had been giving her while she was in. They had told her to go off all her narcotic medications, including her daily Klonopin and Xanax. When I got her home, I went upstairs with her and flushed her "unnecessary" meds down the toilet. I left her the Klonopin and Xanax because she never abused them and because I'm not a doctor. I just got rid of the ones I know she has the potential to abuse.
I checked in with her a few times today and she seems to be doing pretty well. I'm praying her mother stays away from her because she's the most toxic person on the planet. No shit. She wins. And they live in the same apartment building 1 floor apart. It's such a sick situation.
My friend is going to another place tomorrow for an intake and hopefully they'll accept her to their day program. It would mean driving about 40 minutes each way, but she'd be there all day getting the help she needs, and my house is in between hers and the facility. So that's good.
Our house is finally regaining some semblance of order. The basement was carpeted on Thursday, but we had to wait until Friday to go down because they used this horrible cement to keep the carpet on the support poles. I rearranged it and now it's so nice down there. I sewed some pillows this evening to match the new carpet. It's fun to be able to do that...I haven't really done anything like that since we moved in.
Ok, back to the wild children in the basement. I hear Laszlo screaming from here, 2 floors away. Give me strength.
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Date: 2005-11-09 03:59 am (UTC)