On Labor Day morning I was calling 911, after using a saw blade to cut the electrical cord my son was hanging from. I'll never get that image out of my head...
Today after being on a 24 hr watch in the ICU, it seems like he'll be ok physically. I really never knew how I would react to this scenario.I had been hoping that he had been committed prior to this event, but that didn't happen. I hate how this system works like that... unless they are "in the act" nothing can really be done as long as they are rational and can tell the cops "everything is fine". There were multiple calls in 3 weeks... but nothing.
While I know the pain it takes to get to be in that level of despair, conversely now I know the pain on the other hand.
Yeah... this is shock. The trauma of what has happened drives through. Like the g force rush of a descending roller coaster, this wrenching gnawing in the pit of your stomach. You have to think longer than usual about what you want to do. While I want to type this out faster than I am. I get overloaded with numbness.
I don't think tomorrow I can bill.
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