The Demands of Life

Friday was supposed to be my dad’s penultimate appearance in Mental Health Court. He was supposed to graduate next month. Now, we’re not sure when or if he’ll graduate because he forgot to go for Friday’s appearance. He forgot to check the calendar on Thursday night, which had become part of his regular routine over the past few months. By the time he realized that he’d missed the appointment, it was around midnight.

We’re all worried because this could either cause him to have more appearances or it could cause him to go to jail. Most people who miss an appearance before this judge would end up with a warrant signed out for them. Usually those people are in jail by the end of the day. Since dad didn’t get arrested and they didn’t even call him, I don’t think he’ll be going to jail. I hope he won’t.

We’re also worried because his depression and rage have been pretty bad recently, and this just made things worse. I was honestly worried last night that he was going to hurt himself or something. I’m still worried about that, actually. He just seems a bit broken lately.

The only good news I can think of is that he made a call that might help convince them that he wasn’t just missing it because he’s some delinquent that doesn’t give a rat’s ass. After he went to bed last night, I remembered that he could call the Mental Health Center’s off-hours line and leave a message for his mental health court advocate. He did that on Saturday morning after he woke up. I don’t know if that will help, but I hope that it will. He’s going to call the court on Monday morning, so until then we’re just going to have to sit and wait. I hope that the judge realizes just how much he’s been doing lately and how he’s been really good so far. I hope that this one mistake doesn’t cause things to get worse.

Monday was already going to be a stressful day around here. It is also the day that he gets his stitches for his skin biopsy taken out and the day I get to have blood drawn so that the hematologist can see if I’ve responded appropriately to the latest infusion. We also may or may not find out what the results of the histology report from the biopsy is. I’m guessing that since they didn’t call him already that the results are probably benign. Of course, there are times when they forget to call and it is something serious, so I’m still a bit worried for him. So, it will be a day full of worrying and other lovely anxiety-related feelings.

I hope it all turns out well.

About Janet Morris

I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.