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It has been one week now, and we still have a war. Classes are to restart on Saturday, but I know for sure right now I will be two teachers short, they have sent me email. Two others are not responding to my letters. I don't expect them to be back either.
Mother and Auntie Nurse took Daughter back home yesterday. The S.O. was sitting on the bed. They talked to him for a bit, then he got tired of talking and told them to leave. Mother and A.N. decided Daughter should not be there. She can do nothing for him, and it isn't good for her. A.N. talked to S.O. and convinced him to go to the hospital. Got an ambulance for him. Took him in. Talked to his son, who warned he would get argumentative when they got to the hospital. He did. The hospital people realized he was not well and got him in on a 48 hour something. The boys now must do whatever it takes to get him committed so he can get better.
I have a very sad feeling that it will be a long time coming for him to get better. I feel like such a shit because I am never there for her when she needs me. I should never have been a parent. I know this is the war and the home situation talking. And I'm feeling low. And I have a headache still. We still have sand in the air, and I still have a headache. I don't feel very writative tonight.
Mother and Auntie Nurse took Daughter back home yesterday. The S.O. was sitting on the bed. They talked to him for a bit, then he got tired of talking and told them to leave. Mother and A.N. decided Daughter should not be there. She can do nothing for him, and it isn't good for her. A.N. talked to S.O. and convinced him to go to the hospital. Got an ambulance for him. Took him in. Talked to his son, who warned he would get argumentative when they got to the hospital. He did. The hospital people realized he was not well and got him in on a 48 hour something. The boys now must do whatever it takes to get him committed so he can get better.
I have a very sad feeling that it will be a long time coming for him to get better. I feel like such a shit because I am never there for her when she needs me. I should never have been a parent. I know this is the war and the home situation talking. And I'm feeling low. And I have a headache still. We still have sand in the air, and I still have a headache. I don't feel very writative tonight.