I spent the day tracking down all the resources I had, including Syd's suggestion to call a PET team. They and everyone else said there was nothing they could do to help him because he was using and therefore could not be evaluated. I took him to the hospital again and that was no use, they don't want him either. The cops won't take him to jail because he hasn't committed a crime and like the doctor last night, they probably think he's more trouble than he's worth and is hopeless.
He's calmed down a lot today but is in so much pain throughout his body and especially his fingertips so he's constantly yelling out in pain every time he touches something.
My mother begged me not to kick him out and told him he could stay. Its not my house, its hers (this has been an issue for years, she doesn't see that he's a danger to himself or others, she doesn't believe in letting him hit bottom, she just wants to keep him safe in her home and doesn't understand that it just doesn't work like that).
So one more day to endure this and he will go to his PO and I will tell his PO he does not have a place of residence - I don't know what they will do about that but its something you have to have and I won't let him list our address. I am calling ahead to share this info via voicemail since I doubt I will be allowed to talk to him.
I got to take a nap today and so did my mom and sis (while we were at the hospital). He just went to bed because after all these days with no sleep he can barely keep his eyes open.
I have a feeling I will lose him soon. I am not pushing him out to die on the street. Our former attorney always told me how horrible it would be to find him dead in his own bed, but it would be harder to get a call from a stranger.
I hope I am wrong, but I've been grieving him for along time because the son I once had is gone, at least for now. He hates himself and his been degrading himself all day and none of his friends will communicate with him, which I understand completely, but it just adds to his sense of worthlessness.
I appreciate all the comments but at this time, I am not kicking him out. We can last another day (tomorrow) and then I'll take him to the PO first thing Tues. morning hoping for some help since no one else would help. If need be I will call the cops again and insist on a 5150 which was my plan last night that failed because of Dr. Addict Hater.
Peace, Hope and Love,
PS As we sat in the packed waiting room of the ER he had spasms and twitches etc. I know everyone was staring at him but I held my heard high, my son is buried deep inside the person that was next to me today and hopefully he will return . Those that sat staring and probably judging him as a loser or a mental case are lucky - ignorance is bliss when it comes to drugs.