I received a phone call first thing Saturday morning from Amanda. She told me that she had a conversation with Julie via instant messenger and Julie had told her that she really knew she had big problems. Amanda said that Julie had wanted to go to some kind of long-term treatment facility. (My hopes were not raised, I've heard this a dozen times or so.) Amanda mentioned a long-term treatment facility that she had found last year that was AMAZING - down in Palm Springs or someplace like that. I remember getting the paperwork on it last year sometime.
The facility actually called me to talk to me about the place and about Julie's insurance to see if there was anything they could do for her. I explained that I was pretty sure Julie's treatment visits had been used, but they were welcome to call the insurance company and check on it. They are supposed to call me back Monday.
Shortly after my conversation with Amanda and this facility, Mom and I receive and email from Julie. She explains that she has been abusing medications. Remember she has the new doctor now.... this new doctor doesn't know her as well as the other ones did - she's been giving Julie a LOT of medicines. She explained that she was abusing her Soma, Ativan, and Klonopin. Of course, she followed up with a phone call to me when I didn't respond right away to her.
Listening to her on the phone was difficult. She was slurring - EXTREMELY badly. I wish I could put a .wav file in this blog so that you could hear for yourselves to better understand. On the phone she explained that she had been getting new prescriptions from the doctor while the 'old' ones still had refills. The doctor didn't think about taking back the old medications when she'd change out her pills for new ones. So... she has at least twice as many pills as she should have on hand.
Sunday morning she called and I couldn't understand her hardly AT ALL. Only, today, after hearing her yesterday and knowing that she was doing it to 'get high', I found it funny. So, I started laughing at her. I asked her what the heck she took already (it was not even noon, which is very early for Julie). She tried to tell me "cough medicine". Well, I knew it wasn't cough medicine... it took my asking her to repeat herself 5 times to even understand the response. Not to mention she kept falling asleep while trying to talk. Finally I said "codeine?" - and she said yes, exactly. Yeah... she's home doping up again. I actually found it hysterical talking to her that she was so totally messed up from swigging Codeine before Noon on a Sunday. I don't know why I found it so funny... I just did.
I did however warn her NOT to call and expect to talk to the kids while she was impaired. I told her she'd have to stop taking 'whatever' long enough to sober up to talk to them.
Tonight (Sunday night) she just called. Slurring horribly again, I listened in on a bit of the phone call with Kayte before telling Julie that the kids couldn't talk to her like this. Julie kept telling Kayte that tomorrow she was going into rehab. Tomorrow things would be better. And she kept asking "are you mad at me?" What the hell kind of a question is that to ask your kid?? Kayte said "You mean because you are abusing medications to get high? Yes of course I am." Yet again I ask, why would you ask a child that? This is when I jumped in and ended the conversation.
Julie then explained to me that she was going to drive HERSELF to rehab tomorrow. There is NO WAY she should be behind the wheel of a vehicle tomorrow and I told her that. She didn't understand what I was saying. She was TOTALLY out of it. Then she told me that she "hoped she would wake up tomorrow morning." I said "Julie, you wake up every time after you do this to yourself. I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure you will." She said, "I guess we'll find out tomorrow then." And with that hung up.
I sat for a second and wondered how I would feel if she DIDN'T wake up tomorrow. But I am confident I wouldn't feel bad. I know that there is NOTHING I can do for Julie. We have tried everything. Calling the doctors. Calling the police. Calling the crisis line. Sitting by her bedside while she was on the respirator nearly dead from an overdose. We've even cleaned the pills out of her house, filled her weekly prescriptions into a handy daily container and took the rest home. She STILL continually finds a way to abuse something.
Every time.
So... we'll see what happens tomorrow.
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Hey... I'm going to make this as plain and simple as possible.
You need to write to Intervention, the tv show.
If you could watch just one episode, you'd see she's just like this. You're saying the same things the families of addicts say. "Don't talk to the kids when you're like this"... it's all there. Please, do it for me, look into it. I think the show is on A&E.
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