My grandma antenna started to twitch yesterday. Darling grandson was looking a little peeked and fidgety. He also wasn’t eating or drinking much of anything. This is a kid who can put away a side of beef at one sitting and have room for desert. So we had a little talk and I asked him to please be honest with me.
30 Minutes later we’re off to hospital. The guy thought he was gonna tough out his problems on his own and not tell us. He was giving it his best shot, but I was scared to death he was going to keel over in my living room.
He’s severely dehydrated, among other things. We had 7 seven hour stay in the Emergency Room. They gave him some medicine to calm him down. Then he went via ambulance to an inpatient facility for a 3-5 day treatment program. I was so terrified that I felt like vomiting myself, but I managed to keep up a semi-brave front. When they took him away I gave him a big hug, told him I loved him, and told him that he needed to be completely honest with the people who were going to help him.
I knew the very second that he showed up at the airport that there was more going on than he told us. A young man willing to leave, on a moments notice, with a nothing but a few clothes, has to have some demons in his duffel bag. This grandma has been around the block a few times and seen it all.
He’s embarrassed and said he didn’t want me to think he was a scumbag. I told him that being embarrassed is a good sign. It shows that he has enough self-respect and courage to know and admit that he has made mistakes, and some destructive choices. I’m proud and grateful that he asked for help and that he trusted me enough to come to me & grandpa Hub-man for that help.
Please pray for him especially. If you have any leftover prayers, send them Mr. Husband’s and my way. I love this boy/man with all my heart and hope that he is strong enough to pull through this and make some good choices in his life.