Bump- I am so glad to hear that your son is staying the course in rehab. I truly, truly pray that this time will be it for him- you’ve been through so much.
I’m sorry to say today has been an awful day. I hadn’t talked to my son for a week or so and I called him just to say hi. He didn’t sound good at all, and was stammering. He said he was having withdrawal and then all of a sudden, he just stopped talking and wouldn’t answer me. I could hear banging sounds and sounds like him breathing heavy and gurgling kinds of sounds. I was pleading with him to answer me. Assuming he was having a seizure, I called emergency services. Paramedics arrived and I could hear them banging on his door. He didn’t answer, so they broke down the door. I could hear everything they were saying and he started talking but seemed disoriented. I pulled up as they were helping him walk to the ambulance. He looked awful; very skinny and disheveled and dirty. I broke down. The police officer said his apartment was full of trash and empty beer cans. My son hugged me while saying he’ll be fine, which, of course, he’s not. I followed him to the hospital where they began giving him the detox drugs. No one knows if he had a seizure , including him. I tearfully told him he must change, he must get professional help and go to rehab and despite all this he still said no. He wasn’t very with it, and then he just fell asleep from the meds. They’ll keep him for 1-3 days and then they’ll discharge him with resource options that he won’t use. I cried all the way home. It’s heartbreaking.