J is very down for a number of reasons. He ran out of his anti-depressant. Our insurance for medication makes you fill prescriptions through the mail. I am very very very very grateful <——-(can you tell how sincere I am? No really I am.) that we have a prescriptions plan, but they are notorious for getting it wrong. J ordered it in time but the doctor they had down for his original script left the practice. When Med Co. called to get a renewal they could not contact his listed physician. So they stopped the order and sent him a letter? WTH? He is running out of medication! While J argued with them trying to figure all that out, 5 days had passed… now he had no meds and they hadn’t even mailed it yet??? Ugh…FINALLY, the doctor was able to call it into a local pharmacy but he missed 2 days and I guess he is really paying for it.
He is out of money. No jobs in site and has fines coming out the whoooha <–(yes that is a word, kind of like tuckus, booopie and wahzooo). I am fighting the urge to rush in and fix it, or at the very least aid him in his struggle. I don’t know why it is clear to me at this moment but I understand profoundly that he has to be hungry with despair because it is the only thing that will force him to take any job…and guess what? That’s what he needs ANY JOB. Hello supermarket! Hello, Burger King you are my sons next hope for survival. I realize he needs to reach desperation before he will take a job to survive. He is there, because even with us supplying shelter and food, he is stuck! No money means: no friends, no fun and a bench warrant for your arrest when you can’t pay your fines. I will not pay his fines. I will not give him money for movies nor will I give him money for cigarettes. The end.
PS. Maybe I should give him money if he stops smoking?
ONLY KIDDING! Calm yourselves!