You Can Throw all That . . .

right out the window.

Mom picked Ameri up at the Hospital. Ameri wanted to immediately visit her new friend who was released from the hospital back to the treatment center from whence he had come. The visit was brief but eventful. Ameri was allowed to visit her friend in his room. They also sat together in the smoking area outside. Ameri had a canned soda from the vending area. She got back in the car with Mom after about an hours visit and began to come apart. This was not her usual melt down but rather she was in the beginning of a drug induced event. She was taken to a treatment center for evaluation and found to be in a toxic state. They sent her on to an emergency room. She was admitted medically and then transferred to the psychiatric floor. It is just this morning and afternoon that we have been able to parse out what had happened to her. Obviously she was drugged by the "friend" on her visit to his rehab center. Fortunately, he gave us his local contact, grandparents, phone number and his full name and home address. What to do now? We can not let something like this pass without letting the rehab center know.

My life is very complicated at the moment. Just a week ago I was ill and in the emergency room. That event has now come to be an outbreak of shingles on my face. Even though the main event is over, there is lingering nerve pain, a rash like outbreak on my face, and fatigue. I am now waiting for the rain of frogs to begin and for my pool water to turn to blood.

We are picking Ameri up within the hour. I am totally unprepared for her to be here. This has now devolved into a state of being ground down. My expectation is that she will be back in the hospital before Sunday morning. I rarely drink alcohol. This moment, however, seems like a good time for a beer and shot.