Last night my daughter was admitted into rehab for inpatient care. I have spent the day find out where she was and checking policy and so forth. I have her youngest son with me and planning on talking with his school tomorrow. Her oldest son is closed off. I am worried about him. We need to figure out her animals and the ex boyfriends animals next.
I have been so busy getting things taken care of that I have not had time to process and think. I am worried because the facility is not the best. One of her friends has told me that she does not feel safe. Everyone is in one large area and there is a large guy that is calling women derogatory names and she cannot get away from him. She cannot get the rest she needs and is sliding into a panic attack.
Now I am trying to help with getting her work notified. It seems that will be difficult. I might end up having to go by her office which I do not even know where it is.
I am rolling from one fire to the next and unable to find my own peace. There will be time for that later. Must keep going, for her and the boys.