In Vegas Worried About my Son

I’m so tense worrying about my 27-year-old alcoholic son that I feel like if I move too quickly I’ll shatter like a plate.

In Vegas with my fiance to go look at wedding chapels. Thank God I enjoyed the wedding planning while my son was in rehab.

He spent 3 nights in the hospital this week, then was discharged only to find out that they’d lost his wallet and clothes. I then received this message from him:

“They lost my wallet and the clothes I came in. They lost my wallet and the clothes I came in. They lost my wallet and the clothes I came in. They lost my wallet and the clothes I came in. They lost my wallet and the clothes I came in. They lost my wallet and the clothes I came in. They lost my wallet and the clothes I came in.”

It was followed by this one:

“Never going to the hospital again let me die from alcohol poisoning Never going to the hospital again let me die from alcohol poisoning Never going to the hospital again let me die from alcohol poisoning Never going to the hospital again let me die from alcohol poisoning Never going to the hospital again let me die from alcohol poisoning”

The hospital eventually found his wallet and clothes but the worst part of his visit was that he’d had a new condition that was potentially life-altering. It’s too sensitive to mention here, has since been resolved, but prompted this message from him:

“I’m done with drugs2 days by myself. 3 I’m the hospital. Hard part is over. Now alcohol I the enemy, and I have Librium”

The dr gave my son a prescription for 4 day’s worth of Librium. He said he’s going to use it to taper off of alcohol before going to back to the rehab where he made it 7 months and 19 days before getting thrown out. They said they’ll have a bed for him again on June 2nd.