Yesterday, I wrote a blog about my mother and me trying to get her some help. Last night, I was watching and eating my dinner. We were watching television together. My mother was already high, but she was stable. In less than hour, my mother went into the bathroom of my grandmother's house and shooting up heroine into arms and she was acting crazy.
She was screaming and kicking. Crying. I was so scared and terrified of what she might. My grandmother trying to calm her down, but I call 911 and got help. When the ambulance and police got there, she was kicking and screaming. And cursing my grandmother. I was in tears.
At first, I felt so guilty and thinking maybe I should gone another route, but you never know what people will do. I didn't want to take that chance. I went to the hospital last night and the nurse talked to me. She was telling that she, too, had a brother that abused drugs and gave me some pointer on what to do and what the hospital does.
After giving the hospital her information, I went home and I couldn't sleep. I woke, ate, and got dressed. I went back to the hospital and the nurses were telling that she was yelling and wouldn't cooperate with anyone and now under meds that will detox her, and she is sleeping now. I am wondering if she will get the help and if not, what is going to happen next.
At the hospital, I wrote her a letter on how I feel and what I want for to do. I told her that I love and I want her clean. I just hope that she wants that, too.
