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So mom went through rehab. She got out less than a month ago.
We all went to Wisconsin last weekend for a cousin's wedding, and it was great. She was aware, alert and her (more or less) quick witted self. A little immature, I'm afraid, but they say a person stops maturing when they start drinking heavily, and she started up again about 15 years ago, so this makes sense.
Anyway, got a call today that she's back off the wagon.
A "girlfriend" from treatment came to visit and they "went out". This was Wednesday. She was in the hospital from Thursday to Sunday in secret; she called a neighbor to take her and pick her up.
Today when she called the neighbor again for help, the neighbor called my grandma. By this evening she was totally unresponsive, so grandma called 911 and mom's back in the hospital.
My sister just got off the phone with her nurse: blood alcohol was .357
When she went into rehab in May, it was .587
That would literally kill any normal person.
I'm so pissed, but I'm also so not pissed. I'm battling the two extremes of complete and utter apathy and being murderously angry.
I want her to get better, I want my mom back, but a piece of me wants her out of my life totally and there's only one way that will happen...
We all went to Wisconsin last weekend for a cousin's wedding, and it was great. She was aware, alert and her (more or less) quick witted self. A little immature, I'm afraid, but they say a person stops maturing when they start drinking heavily, and she started up again about 15 years ago, so this makes sense.
Anyway, got a call today that she's back off the wagon.
A "girlfriend" from treatment came to visit and they "went out". This was Wednesday. She was in the hospital from Thursday to Sunday in secret; she called a neighbor to take her and pick her up.
Today when she called the neighbor again for help, the neighbor called my grandma. By this evening she was totally unresponsive, so grandma called 911 and mom's back in the hospital.
My sister just got off the phone with her nurse: blood alcohol was .357
When she went into rehab in May, it was .587
That would literally kill any normal person.
I'm so pissed, but I'm also so not pissed. I'm battling the two extremes of complete and utter apathy and being murderously angry.
I want her to get better, I want my mom back, but a piece of me wants her out of my life totally and there's only one way that will happen...